“You seem in a hurry, John. Woods afire?”
“No: I’m dodgin’ the sheriff.”
“Whose pig was it?”
“Aw! He wants me as witness in a concealed weepon case.”
“One of your boys?”
“Huk-uh: nobody as I’m keerin’ fer.”
“Then why don’t you go?”
“I cain’t afford to. I’d haffter walk nineteen miles out to the railroad, pay seventy cents the round-trip to the county-site, pay my board thar fer mebbe a week, and then a witness don’t git no fee at all onless they convict.”
“What does the sheriff get for coming away up here?”
“Thirty cents for each witness he cotches. He won’t git me, Mister Man; not if I know these woods since yistiddy.”