“Well?”
“They say you got drunk night ’fore last.”
“And you’re going to preach me a sermon on temperance, you confounded old moonshining distilling sinner!”
“Ye mustn’t git drunk,” observed Dan seriously.
“But, didn’t you bring me the whiskey?”
“Not to git drunk on. I brought it as a compliment. My whiskey’s pure mountain dew, life restorer—it’s medicine.”
“It’s good whiskey, I’ll say that,” said John. “Even if you don’t pay taxes on it. You brought the men?”
“Yes, but Chief, I’m oneasy.”
“What about?”
“Don’t like the looks er them dam Yankees. I’m a member er the church an’ a law abidin’ citizen.”