An' about that sugar?
Got my dogs outside.

Better go round to the warehouse an' git it, eh?
Pretty good idea." But he saw the "No" shaping on Jacob Welse's lips, and hurried on before it could be uttered.
"Now, I don't want to hog it.

Wouldn't do that fer the world.

So if yer short, I can put up with seventy-five--" (he studied the other's face), "an' I might do with fifty.

I 'preciate your position, an' I ain't low-down critter enough to pester--" "What's the good of spilling words, Dave?
We haven't a pound of sugar to spare--" "Ez I was sayin', I ain't no hog; an' seein' 's it's you, Welse, I'll make to scrimp along on twenty-five--" "Not an ounce!" "Not the least leetle mite?
Well, well, don't git het up.