"How can you say so! What a story! You know--" "I guess he knows," broke in Shadrach.

"And I cal'late I know, too.
Now then, Jim, what time was it when you looked at the clock?
Shut up, Abner, let the boy answer.

Tell us, Jim; nobody'll hurt you." "It--it was four o'clock," hollered Jimmie, in agony.

"I--I never done it a purpose.

I won't do so no more." "No, I don't cal'late you will.