“I don’t do you any harm.”
“That may be; but yer don’t do no good. Cap’n, will yer be shot afore supper, or arter?” repeated Turkin.
“I have already expressed my views on that subject.”
“Yes or no?”
“No.”
“Cap’n, you kin read, I take it.”
“I can.”
“D’yer ever read the story about the monkey that took the cat’s paw to haul the chestnuts out the fire with?”
“I have.”
“I knew yer hed; yer Yanks is great readers. Do yer know what the moril is to that story?”