I felt so ornery and low down and mean that I says to myself, my mind's made up; I'll hive that money for them or bust.
So then I lit out--for bed, I said, meaning some time or another.

When I got by myself I went to thinking the thing over.

I says to myself, shall I go to that doctor, private, and blow on these frauds?
No--that won't do.

He might tell who told him; then the king and the duke would make it warm for me.

Shall I go, private, and tell Mary Jane?
No--I dasn't do it.