Cal'late you won't have a chance.

Well, Ab, I guess we've proved our client's case.

Next time you go out cat shootin' you better be sure you're gunnin' for the right one.

Come on, Mary-'Gusta." Con Bacheldor sprang to his feet.
"Pop," he shouted, "be you goin' to let 'em go this way?
And that cat stealin' our chickens right along.

Ain't you goin' to tell 'em you'll kill the critter next time he comes on our land ?" Abner was silent.