“Who—me?”
“Yas; you!”
“Why, lemme see, now,” said Jeff, dissembling. “Seem lak, ez well ez I reckerleck, I set in de same pew wid quite a number of folkses durin' de service.”
“I ain't axin' you who you set wid. I's axin' you who you went wid?”
“Oh!” said Jeff, as though enlightened as to the real object of the inquiry, and still sparring for time. “You means who did I go dere wid, Smoothy? Well——”
“Wuz it dat Stubblefield gal, or wuzn't it? Answer me, yas or no!”
The tone of the questioner became more ominous, more threatening, with each passing moment.
“Yas—yas, Smoothy.” He giggled uneasily. “Uh-huh! Dat's who 'twuz.”
“Well, see dat it don't happen ag'in.”
“Huh?”