"You do?" Scott replied. "Well, you'd better be thankful that we don't blow on you for sellin' whisky without license."
"Dar ain' no proof o' de fack dat I has sol' none ter-night," said the old negro, shaking his head.
"What's that?" Scott demanded, wheeling round.
"Skuze me, sah, nothin' er tall. Jest er passin' de time o' de day, sah."
"Didn't I tell you that we would pay you for everything we got?"
"Yas, sah, an' you's er generman, sah; yas, I thanks you fur gwinter pay me."
"Yo' supper is done an' ef you'll jest gib me room I'll fix de table," the woman remarked, taking the bread off the griddle.
"I hear them coming!" Alf whispered. I looked round and saw them at the fence. They had tied their horses in the woods. We stepped out from the shadow and held up our hands to enjoin care.
"I'll go first, and you boys follow me," said the General, cocking his pistol and letting the hammer down to see if it worked well.
"Oh, I reckon not," Lim Jucklin replied. "I'm older than you are and you know it. Come on, boys."