Yarebrough changed his weight uneasily from one foot to the other, and then sat down suddenly, as if his legs were not equal to his support.
"Well, Ah wasn' fixin' to tell M'lissy," he acknowledged.
"Know you not that that so good little woman would r-rather be hungr-ry than have you give her money that you gained by br-reaking the law?"
"Well, Ah wasn' fixin' to give hit to her."
"You weren't? What are you going to do with it?"
Unfortunately for the success of Friedrich's plan for Bud's moral regeneration, Yarebrough's affection for the Baron made him reticent on the fact of his debt to Pressley.
"For," he thought, sagely, "if Ah tell him Ah owe Pink, he'll go to lend me the money, 'n Ah know he cain' afford hit. Would he ever 'a' gone into sellin' blockade himself if he hadn' been as pore as a crow?"
His wit not being very ready, however, he offered no excuse, but said,—
"Ah reckon Ah don' care to tell ye."
Friedrich laid his hand on the young man's shoulder as he sat beside him on the ground.