Yes, without bettin'! I hev a right to my opinion; I reckon I'm a _white man_, saw! No saw! I on'y said I didn't think you could get the game on them cards.

'Sno such thing, saw! I do _not_ know how to play! I wouldn't hev a rascal's money ef I should win it! Shoot, ef you dare! You can kill me, but you cayn't scare me! No, I shayn't bet! I'll die first! Yes, saw; Mr.Jools can bet for me if he admires to; I ain't his mostah." Here the speaker seemed to direct his words to St.-Ange.
"Saw, I don't understand you, saw.

I never said I'd loan you money to bet for me.

I didn't suspicion this from you, saw.

No, I won't take any more lemonade; it's the most notorious stuff I ever drank, saw!" M.St.-Ange's replies were in _falsetto_ and not without effect; for presently the parson's indignation and anger began to melt.