“In that other shanty-boat, that little boat,” Slip exclaimed. “We’ll all go!”
When they entered the little boat, which sagged under their combined weights, Slip held the light so it would shine on the cot.
“Sho!” Rasba exclaimed. “Hyar’s my friend who got shot by a lady!”
“Yes, suh, Parson!” Prebol grinned, feebly. “Seems like I cayn’t get shut of yo’ nohow, but I’m shore glad to see yo’. These yeah boys have took cyar of me great. Same’s you done, Parson, but I wa’nt your kind, swearin’ around, so I pulled out. Yo’ cayn’t he’p me much, but likely—likely theh’s some yo’ kin.” 128
“I’d shore like to find them,” Rasba declared, smoothing the man’s pillow. “But there’s not so many I can he’p. Yo’ boys are tired; I’ll give him his medicine till to’d mornin’. Yo’d jes’ soon, Prebol?”
“Hit’d be friendly,” Prebol admitted. “Yo’ needn’t to sit right yeah––”
“I ’low I shall,” Rasba nodded. “I got some readin’ to do. I’ll git my book, an’ come back an’ set yeah!”
He brought his Bible, and looking up to bid the two good-night, he smiled.
“Hit’s considerable wrestle, readin’ this yeah Book! I neveh did git to understand hit, but likely I can git to know some more now. I’ve had right smart of experiences, lately, to he’p me git to know.”