“Oh, yes, you would.”
“Why?”
“Satan wanted you.”
“Oh, did he? Bless Satan!—he made me young again.”
“Lord! you ain’t so old as all that.”
“I’m over twenty-one—and you’re only—”
“Raisin’ sixteen,” said Jude, with steady eyes fixed ahead where the gulls above the spit were now well visible.
He refilled and lit his pipe, bending under the gunnel.
“You’re mighty fond of that old pipe,” said Jude.
“Have a whiff?”