“Yes, an' I've been a lookin' fur you every day. Seems to me you might a knowed where to find me, kase here's whar I hung out when the Yanks was in the country. Hear anything about me, in the settlement?”
“Yes, lots. Silas Jones has done been to Dave fur them eight dollars you owe him.”
“Much good may they do him, when he gets 'em,” said Godfrey, snapping his fingers in the air.
“Dave's goin' to pay the bill,” added Dan. “I done heard him say so.”
“The ongrateful an' ondutiful scamp!” exclaimed Godfrey. “If he's got that much money, why don't he give it to me, like he had oughter do? I need it more'n Silas does. Hear anything else, Dannie?”
“Yes; General Gordon says, why don't you come home an' go 'have yourself? Nobody wouldn't pester you.”
“Does you see anything green in these yere eyes?” asked Godfrey, looking steadily at Dan. “That would do to tell some folks, but a man what's fit the Yanks ain't so easy fooled. I'm safe here, an' here I'll stay, till——Hear anything else, Dannie—anything 'bout them two city chaps, Clarence an' Marsh Gordon?”
“O, they've gone home long ago.”
“You didn't hear nothing about them gettin' into a furse afore they went, did you?”
“Course I have. Everybody knows that you an' Clarence thought Don was ole Jordan an' shet him up in the tater-hole.”