“Jist a layin it off with his hands.”
I stepped back a step or two, lookin Jobe square in the face. Says I:
“Jobe, I heerd you a talkin, and you needent deny it. If there is a woman in this barn I want to know it.”
At that Jobe got mad, and comin at me with his fist drawed, says he:
“Betsy Gaskins, do you dare accuse me with anything like that?” grittin his few teeth.
I had grabbed the pitchfork. Says I:
“Jobe, take care!”
He stopped, and I started to turn the hay upside down, sayin, “If there is a woman in here, Ile—Ile——”
Jobe he watched me a minit or two; then says he:
“Betsy, what the Harry is the matter with you? There haint any woman in here.”