“Your little finger,” Jehoshaphat repeated. “Jus’ your little finger—on’y that.”
Wull faced about. “Jehoshaphat,” said he, with a grin, “you wouldn’t leave me.”
“Jus’ wouldn’t I!”
“You wouldn’t.”
“You jus’ wait and see.”
“You wouldn’t leave me,” said Wull, “because you couldn’t. I knows you, Jehoshaphat—I knows you.”
“You better look out.”
“Come, now, Jehoshaphat, is you goin’ t’ leave an old man drift out t’ sea an’ die?”
Jehoshaphat was embarrassed.
“Eh, Jehoshaphat?”