"Yes!"
"You do know the 'oman then?"
"Yes!"
"Sot up at her house any?"
"Sot up!"
"Yes, sot up; don't you know what that is by this time, at your time-er life, Mr. Buzzlebaum?"
"Well, what of it?" asked Mr. Buzzlebaum.
"What—of—it! Je-ru-sa-lem!" exclaimed Ike, slapping a book on the table, and looking fury at the court. "The man says 'what of it?'—sittin' up with the defendant nights a-courtin' her, and then wants to know what of it? Wouldn't he be a pretty man to try this case?"
"Sot up where?" inquired Buzzlebaum.
"How do I know where! Ever talk of marryin' the 'oman, hey?"