“Yes; Dannie.”
“Dannie who?”
“Dannie Pickett; Abner Pickett’s gran’son.”
“Is he in court?”
“I reckon he ain’t. He didn’t come yisterday; an’ I sh’d say he’d find it perty tough sleddin’ to git here to-day.”
“Now, then, did you or Dannie Pickett threaten those engineers with any harm?”
“Well, I reckon I told ’em it wouldn’t be healthy fer ’em ef Abner Pickett was on deck; an’ Dannie, he ’lowed ’at they wouldn’t no railroad run through his gran’pap’s graveyard; ho! ho! ho!”
The recollection of the circumstance seemed to amuse Gabriel very much.
“Funny, was it?” asked the lawyer.
“Funny ain’t no name fer it,” replied Gabriel.