Peters moved off toward the door and halting, remarked: "Yes, may think better when he's by hisse'f, but not as fast. When he's got thinkin' to do that he don't want to do he mout shirk it if left by hisse'f. Well, I'll give you a leetle mo' time, but not much. My plan is that when you've got a bad piece of work on hand, git through with it as soon as possible. I'm goin' down the road a piece an' will drap in on my way back," and as he passed out he looked back and added: "Thinkin' ought to make a man wise."
The old man stood looking through the window, at Peters as he ambled along the road, and turning away he muttered, "Shot fo' an' stobbed three," his mind flying back to the story paper.
Mrs. Mayfield, followed by Jim, came in from the kitchen, remarking, "we have been helping your wife but she has expelled us."
"I don't reckon thar was very much help needed." He waited until she had sat down, and then coming slowly toward her he inquired: "Ma'm, air all the deputy marshals in the state under yo' brother, the Jedge?"
"All in this district, I should think, are under the jurisdiction of his court."
"I reckon the Jedge is putty hard on folks that makes what they call wild-cat liquor."
"Extremely so, Mr. Starbuck. He sends them all to the penitentiary."
"I don't reckon he knows that a man may make liquor and yit have some little jestice on his side."
"My brother can see no justice in a violation of the law."
The old man was silent for a few moments and then he asked: "Do he have the app'intment of the deputy marshals?"