"I isn't goin' t' kill nobody."
"Well, what you goin' t' kill?"
"I isn't goin' t' kill nothin'."
"Well, then," Bob burst out, "what in thunder is you puttin' an edge on your axe for out here in the frost by candle-light at this time o' night?"
"Who? Me?"
"Ay—you!"
"I got some doctorin' t' do."
Bob lifted his brows. "Hum!" he coughed. "You usually do your doctorin' with an axe?" he inquired.
"No," said Tom, uneasily; "not with an axe."
"What you usually use, Tom?"