A Boy.—You’re sold, Johnny, as sure as a gun! He’s got it on to you!
Head [scratching his head a moment.] Why, Jo is going to put down a quarter, too, isn’t he?
Foot.—No, he isn’t going to put down a quarter tew, nuther. I said I’d bet this ’ere cabbage ag’inst a quarter—didn’t I, boys?
A Boy.—Yes, that is just what he said.
Head.—O, I didn’t understand it so.
Foot.—O, wall, you ken back deown if you wanter—I knowed it would be jest so.
Head.—But I shan’t back down, so go ahead and win the bet, if you can.
Foot.—Wont you, though? Seems to me I would, if I’s in such a fix.
Head.—O yes, you want to back out yourself, don’t you?
Foot.—Wall, no, I’ve gone so far I wont back eout; but I’ll tell ye what, Johnny, I don’t want to git away your money, so I’ll give in han’somely. The cabbage is yourn!