He didn't go to Clifty fer nothing" said Bud, who sat still on one of the benches which leaned against the door.

"I don't know how, but they's lots of ways of killing a cat besides chokin' her with butter.

He'll come in--_ef_ he don't blow us all sky-high!" Ralph's voice was now heard, demanding that the door be opened.
"Let's open her," said Hank, turning livid with fear at the firm, confident tone of the master.
Bud straightened himself up.

"Hank, you're a coward.

I've got a mind to kick you.