Weber. Well, if me en Mr. Case war ter bang our heads together, would we git concussion ob de brain?
Ruff. (looking from one to the other). Mr. Case might.
Weber (insulted). You’re not very much of a Christian.
Ruff. Why?
Weber. Well, ’cause you fabricates.
Ruff. Me tell lies? Nothing. I’d ruther be er Christian den to lie or be a heathen.
Case. Why would you sooner be a Christian than a heathen?
Ruff. ’Cause—over the Christian the Great Lord watches.
Weber. Yeh?—Is dat so?—Well, over de heathen Ingersol watches.
Case. But Weber, you don’t understand that a Christian has a reward an’ a crown of glory.