"'I don't know, sir.'
"'What?' cried Sam. 'What! You're not knowin', eh? That's saucy talk. Didn't you have them there supplies?'
"'I 'low, sir.'
"'An' you guzzled your share, I'll be bound!'
"'Yes, sir.'
"'An' your mother had her share?'
"'Yes, sir.'
"'An' you're not knowin' whether you'll pay or not! Ecod! What is you? A scoundrel? A dead beat? A rascal? A thief? A jail-bird?'
"'No, sir.'
"''Tis for the likes o' you that jails was made.'