I won't have any finger in it.

It's your job, it ain't mine." "Well, I'll do the croakin' some other way.

You needn't have anything to do about it if you're afraid.

I'll do it all by myself." "Afraid or no afraid I ain't goin' to be mixed up in any croakin', and that ends it as far as I go." Hank knocked the ashes from his pipe, refilled it from the black plug, and lifting a red hot coal from the fire placed it upon the bowl, and puffed for a moment.

When the tobacco was glowing to his satisfaction, he flicked the coal back into the fire, and sat silently smoking.
Jamie, lying quiet, had listened to the conversation of the two men.
He was wide awake now.