“How are you, old hoss?” inquired De Banyan, as impudently as though he had been the lord of the manor.
“What ye doin’ in here?” demanded the horseman, as he forced his animal into the bushes far enough to obtain a full view of both of the fugitives.
“Well, old hoss, if Heaven gin you two eyes, what were they gin to ye fur?” replied the captain, still hacking away at the sapling.
“What d’ye run for when you saw us coming?”
“Didn’t run.”
“Yes, yer did.”
“You know best, then.”
“What d’ye come in here fur?”
“Don’t ye see what I came in here for?” replied De Banyan, as he finished cutting off the bush, and proceeded to trim off the branches.
“Who are you?”