"Oh! do they?"
Jeams came back to the main theme.
"Mr. Hen, ain' you gwine let me have dem ten dollars, sho' 'nough? Hit's jes' like pickin' money up in de road: Dix kin kill dat dawg befo' you ken say Jack Roberson."
"Jeams," I said, "look at me!"
"Yes, suh, I'm lookin'," and he was.
"I am going away to-night——"
"Well, I'm gwine width you, I ain' gwine stay heah by myself after you and Dix is gone."
"No, you can't do that. I don't know yet exactly where I am going, I have not yet decided. I am going West—to a big city."
"Dthat's where I want to go—" interrupted Jeams.
"And when I get settled I'll send for Dix—I'm going to leave him with you."