"An' de ye think I don't know? De ye imagine I'm jist spoutin' to hear meself?"
"I wouldn't like to say that, Abner. But people wouldn't come to you. They'd laff at you an' call ye a fool."
"Let 'em call me whatever they like, Zeb. But they'd laff, an' that's jist what they need, as I told ye."
"H'm, I don't doubt about their laffin', providin' they'd come. They couldn't help splittin' their sides when they looked at ye."
"An' so ye think they wouldn't come, eh?"
"I'm certain they wouldn't."
"What'll ye bet?"
"Well, I wouldn't bet much with you, Abner, fer ye couldn't stand to lose anythin'."
"But I'll not lose. Now see here, I'll bet ye a fig of terbaccer; how'll that do?"
"I'll take ye, Abner."