“Hardly.”
“Tell you what you mout do. You might pray with me a little jest fur luck.”
“No, I’m still in a hurry.”
“You won’t git another chance ter pray with as lively a man as I am.”
“I suppose not.”
“Ain’t you got a bottle in that kyarpet-bag?”
“No.”
“Look an’ see.”
“I know I haven’t.”
“Wall” (with a disappointed sigh, as we touched the other side), “here we air. I oughter charge you double price.”