“I was so. Let’s cut pretendin’ and play on the square—are you willin’?”
“None better.”
“Well, I’ll put my cards out. You and Cark here have been after me pretty near since last fall; reason why, that wreck Pap told Cark of.”
“W’ich was that?”
“I said let’s cut pretendin’ and play fair,” said Satan sternly.
Cark wilted and raised his fingers in deprecation, and Sellers cut in.
“Yes, we’ll play fair. There was talk of a wreck between your dad and us, and I’m not denying we had an eye after it. You see I’m open and honest with you. Heave ahead.”
“I’m comin’ to the point,” said Satan, “and the point is you and Cark between you have got it in your heads that you’ve only to follow me, find out where she’s located, and claim shares for not tellin’.”
“Heave ahead,” said Sellers.
“Well, you’ve got it wrong,” went on Satan. “You may follow me till the old Juan rots to pieces and you’ll never know, not if I don’t want you to know—got that clear?”