“What’s cotton worth?” asked the Captain, with an almost imperceptible wink.
Pullum turned white and stammered out:
“Seven or eight cents.”
“Which will you tell your wife you sold yours—hers for?”
John P. turned blue in the face.
“What do you know about my wife?” he asked.
“Never mind about that. Was you in the habit of gettin’ drunk before you left Talbot county, Georgy?”
“I never lived in Talbot; I was born and raised in Hanis,” said Pullum, with something like triumph.
“Close to the line, though,” replied Suggs, confidently relying on the fact that there was a large family of Pullums in Talbot; “most of your connexions lived in Talbot.”
“Well, what of all that?” asked Pullum, with impatience; “what is it to you whar I come from, or whar my connexion lived?”