Rog. You bet. If I was him I’d get onto that lead agin or burn some powder. I never seen whiter people than them Lawtons.
Mrs. R. But how could they make up after that?
Rog. Old man is A1.
Mrs. R. He doesn’t want to marry the old man!
Rog. No, but I’d have an assay anyway an’ see if there wasn’t a trace. If the button wasn’t bigger’n a pin-head I’d foller the lead. As fur the young lady, she’s all pay streak clean through, an’ a thousand dollars to the ton, an’ purty as a peach. If I wasn’t taken a’ready, Mollie—
Mrs. R. Now Jim, don’t be silly. You do say such things an’ people hear.
Rog. Let ’em hear! who cares?
Mrs. R. I s’pose he’s never seen her sence.
Rog. Seein’ her would be awful hard to do after shootin’ her brother before her eyes!