Now look yere," and he glared at me fiercely, a table knife gripped in one hand.

"I'm sum wildcat whin I onct git riled, an' if yer play any dirt I'll sure take it out'r yer hide if I'm ten years a findin' yer.

Yer don't want'r try playin' no tricks on Jack Rale." "Who's a playin' any tricks ?" I protested, indignantly.

"Whatever I says I'll do, an' thar won't be no talkin' 'bout it nether.

So whut's the job?
This yere Kirby matter ?" He nodded sullenly, a bit regretful that he had gone so far I imagined, and with another cautious glance about the room.
"I'll tell yer all ye need ter know," he began.