"Sho'! I guess I uz dess TALKIN' whens I said 'at! Reckon he thought I meant it, f'm de way he tuck an' run.

Hiyi! Reckon he thought ole Herman bad man! No, suh! I uz dess talkin', 'cause I nev' would cut NObody! I ain' tryin' git in no jail--NO, suh!" Penrod looked at the scythe: he looked at Herman.

He looked at the lawn-mower, and he looked at Verman.

Then he looked out in the yard at the rake.

So did Sam Williams.
"Come on, Verman," said Herman.