'Now, Larkin, who do you want this girl for?'
'Wall, I swar! Mr. Kirke, ye fire right at th' bull's eye!' Then, hesitating a moment, he added:
'Fur myself.'
'No, you don't; you know that isn't true.'
'Ha!—ha! This ar th' second time ye've told me I lied. Nary other man ever done it twice, Mr. Kirke; but I karn't take no 'fence with ye, nohow—ha! ha!'
'Come, Larkin, don't waste time. Tell me squarely—who do you want this girl for?'
'Wall, Mr. Kirke, I can't answer thet—not in honor.'
'Shall I tell you?'
'Yas, ef ye kin!'
'John Hallet.'