Now, honor bright, is it?"
"I dunno. I was brought up ter fight, an' fight like ther devil hisself
when it come ter fightin', but I reckon I'm too much o' a derned coward
ter murder cold."
"Well, this is one o' ther times when it's got ter be did, an' I reckon
we might as well be about it. Git ready."
"No, sir, I'm not goin' ter do it."
"Tom, yer a fool. Do yer know what'll happen when ther boss comes back
an' finds out that it ain't been did?"
"I do."
"An' aire yer goin' ter resk it?"
"I be."
"Then ye're a bigger fool than I am. I'm goin' ter carry out orders.
What's ther difference? A couple of good slashes an' it's all over."
"But think o' the death cry, Bill. I've heerd too many o' them already.
I hears them when I sleep and they wake me up."
"Tom, yer talk ter me like a sick canary peeps. I always thought yer wuz
a man."
"An' don't yer think so now, Bill?"
"Not from ther way yer talkin'."
"Well, if yer has any doubts erbout it I'll give yer a chanct ter prove
it, any way yer like.
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