"Up nor'."
"How far?"
"What for you ask question so mooch?" It was plain that the man was rapidly loosening his patience of which he probably had no great store.
"You ask first," Lucky told him pleasantly.
"Dat my beesness."
"Mine too."
"How many mans you got?"
"Some. How many you?"
"You see some man yes'day?" the stranger next asked without replying to the question.
"Non."