Giz. Kickapoo?
Doctor. Ye'. Kickapoo Indian Salve. I don't think no Indian never seen it.
[He looks at Giz for acquiescence.]
Giz. Y'ain't never sure about nothin' these days.
[Dr. Stev'n looks at Lut'er for acquiescence also, and Lut'er approving turns his head forward and spits assent.]
Doctor. I smelled it an' it smelled like ker'sene. I biled it an' it biled over an' burnt up like ker'sene.... I don't think it was nothin' but ker'sene an' lard.
Giz. Reckon 't wuz common ker'sene?
Doctor. I don't know whether 't wuz common ker'sene but I know 't wuz ker'sene.... An' I bet ker'sene'll cure heaps o' troubles if yer use it right.
Giz. That air doctor said the salve ud cure most anything.
Lut'er [as though a voice from the grave, long forgotten]. Which doctor?