“Does that make any difference, Breezy?”
“Yo’re a queer little cuss, Larry. What do yuh mean?”
“He remembers me, don’t he?”
“Well, if he don’t!”
“Mr. Baggs says I must stay with Mr. Prentice, or I’ll be a charge on the county.”
“Amos Baggs said that, eh? You ain’t payin’ him for advice, are yuh, Larry? Yuh know a lawyer charges to tell folks what to do.”
“I didn’t pay him nothin’.”
“That’s the stuff! Don’t pay him anythin’. If he makes a yelp, you send him to me. I’ll bend a gun over his head.”
Larry stared at Breezy for a moment, wide-eyed.
“Wouldn’t that be a sin, Breezy?”