“There's no one here,” Wetherell answered. “What do you wish to say?”
“If the boys was to see me speakin' to you, they might git suspicious—you understand,” he confided, his manner conveying a hint that they shared some common policy.
“I don't meddle with politics,” said Wetherell, desperately.
“Exactly!” answered Bijah, coming even closer. “I knowed you was a level-headed man, moment I set eyes on you. Made up my mind I'd have a little talk in private with you—you understand. The boys hain't got no reason to suspicion you care anything about politics, have they?”
“None whatever.”
“You don't pay no attention to what they say?”
“None.”
“You hear it?”
“Sometimes I can't help it.”
“Ex'actly! You hear it.”