"He is dressed up in his best, too." "Best!" sneered Lester.

"Why, I wouldn't be seen at work in the fields in such clothes as those!" "Nor in any other, I guess.

They are the best he can afford," said Bob, who had some soft spots in his heart, if he was a bad boy, "and I don't believe in making fun of him." "You believe in cheating him out of a nice little sum of money though, if you can," retorted Lester.
"No, I don't.

I am working to keep him from cheating _me_ out of it.
If he will keep his place among the niggers, where fellows of his stamp belong, I'll be the last one to say or do anything against him; but when he tries to shove himself up among white folks, and swindle me out of a new shot-gun and get appointed mail carrier over my head, it's something I won't stand.

Say, Dave," he added, drawing rein, as the subject of his remarks approached, "can you spare us just about two minutes for a little private conversation ?" "I reckon," replied David.