"Them slashes have about got the best of you, haven't they, Bill? I'd let that corn go before I'd dig my life out among them tough clods. I'm givin' it to you straight."
"I don't doubt it. But it will pay in the end. I've come to the conclusion that all hard work pays. It pays a man's mind, and he couldn't get a much better reward. But I'd like to go to bed, just the same."
"Why don't you? Not goin' to dig any more to-night, are you?"
"No, but I've got to go over to Mrs. Stuvic's to see a man."
"A man?" Mitchell asked, with a wink.
"I said a man."
"Yes, I know you said a man."
"Then why not a man?"
"Well, I don't know, only it seems to me that if I was as tired as you look I wouldn't go to see no man's man."
"How about any woman's woman?"