"You can't tell me nothin', Forrest," retorted Jim.
"Course I can't. Nobody kin. Y' know 't all."
"I can mind my own bus'ness."
"There y' are agin," shouted Forrest, "y' know 't all, ye do."
"Don't say that again," Jim flared back at him. "I'll—I'll—I'll——. Don't say it again, that's all."
"'Cause y' know 'ts true."
"It's a lie," Jim interrupted him. "Ye know it's a lie. But I don't 'spect much of ye, 'r of the Gov'nor either. None of ye 'll ever be Papists."
"Now you're talkin' sens'ble; first sens'ble thing you've said t'day. No Papists here if we kin help it."
Stephen and Mr. Allison, keenly interested in this remark, moved nearer to the table. Cadwalader was well known to Mr. Allison. The others were total strangers.
"What's he goin' t' do about the help from France? Refuse it 'cause it's from a Catholic country?" asked Jim.