We must do honor to the justice of God, and the word is clear, 'Ye must be born again.' Nothing else avails." Peter's tone was final.
Then Yankee drew a little nearer to him, as if settling down to work.
"Now look here.

You let me talk awhile.

I ain't up in your side of the business, but I guess we are tryin' to make the same point.

Now supposin' you was in for a hoss race, which I hope ain't no offense, seein' it ain't likely but suppose, and to take first money you had to perdoose a two-fifteen gait.

'Purty good lick,' says you; 'now where will I get the nag ?' Then you sets down and thinks, and, says you, 'By gum, which of course you wouldn't, but supposin' says you, 'a Blue Grass bred is the hoss for that gait'; and you begin to inquire around, but there ain't no Blue Grass bred stock in the country, and that race is creepin' up close.