“W’y, I means to make ’im give in,” returned Long Orrick.
“An’ s’pose he won’t give in?” suggested Rodney.
“Then I’ll cut his throat,” replied Orrick, fiercely.
“Then I’ll have nothin’ to do with it.”
“Stop!” cried the other, seizing his comrade by the arm as he was turning to go away. “A feller might as well try to joke with a jackass as with you. In coorse I don’t mean that; but I’ll threaten the old hypocrite and terrify him till he’s half dead, and then he’ll give in.”
“He’s a frail old man,” said Rodney; “suppose he should die with fright?”
“Then let him die!” retorted Long Orrick.
“Humph; and s’pose he can’t be terrified?”
“Oh! get along with yer s’posin’. Will ye go or will ye not? that’s the question, as Shukspere’s ghost said to the Hemperer o’ Sweden.”
“Just you an’ me?” inquired Rodney.