"Going rafting, Hugh?"
"No. Air the two strangers here?"
"Been rafting?"
"No. Air Mr. Ande and Mr. Dick here?"
"But ye surely have more rafts to run, Hugh?"
"Ye ken well enou' that I'm not a-going rafting. How could I go rafting a-horse-back. But perhaps ye think that I can get the gray mare to pull an oar, and I've no doubt that she could do that, for she has a heap more sense than some men I know that are not very far from me," said Hugh, exasperated.
"Yes, the mare has great sense," replied Peter, gazing at the animal with a bland eye. "I kalkilate you uns air going to find that mine, Hugh?"
"We are going a-hunting," said the nettled Hugh.
At this moment Ande and Dick came forth upon the long porch, and Hugh's anger was mollified.