"What is this yer what yer a hintin' at, anyhow?" he demanded, almost fiercely.
"I hain't erbleeged ter tell ye, an' I'll jest never do hit er tall, ef yer a goin' to be er fool an' high-rantin' aroun' like er eejet er somethin'."
"Didn't I promerse ye? Hain't thet enough? Ef hit tain't, what d'ye want me to do?"
"W'y I whant ye ter never say er word ter nobody 'bout w'at I tell ye, tell I say so, not a single word, nor do a thing 'bout hit of any kind. Do ye promerse?"
"Yes."
"On yer sacurd wordy honor?"
"Yes, dang it all, go on!"
"Now I'r a goin' ter tell ye somethin' at air orful, an' I don't know w'at to do erbout hit. But 'member, yer promersed me."
"Yes."
"Ye'll keep right still, an' never say a word, er do a single thing erbout hit?"