"I know he didn't," Zeb replied. "Neither did He intend that a man in his common sense should act the fool."
"De ye think I have?" Abner demanded.
"It looks very much like it. But, let's hurry up. I guess the judge will settle whether you are a fool or a lunatic, so it's no use fer us to spend our time arguin' about it."
"Where are ye goin'?" Abner asked.
"Home, of course. Where else would we go?"
"Did ye walk to town, Zeb?"
"Sure; I've no other means of conveyance, have I?"
"An' ye're goin' to walk home?"
"Guess so from present appearance."
"But Jerry's here," Abner explained. "Sam must know where he is."