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Say," he went on easily, noting the decidedly negative poise of the
other's head. "I've got a tolerable sweet tooth, I have. Recollect the
taffy I made over on Preacher Creek that time? I declare! how time does
fly! That was all of six years ago if it's a day. More'n that, surely.
Seven, by the Jimcracky! But ez I was sayin', I'd ruther do without my
plug of 'Star' than sugar. An' about that sugar? Got my dogs outside.
Better go round to the warehouse an' git it, eh? Pretty good idea." But
he saw the "No" shaping on Jacob Welse's lips, and hurried on before it
could be uttered. "Now, I don't want to hog it. Wouldn't do that fer the
world. So if yer short, I can put up with seventy-five--" (he studied
the other's face), "an' I might do with fifty. I 'preciate your
position, an' I ain't low-down critter enough to pester--" "What's the
good of spilling words, Dave? We haven't a pound of sugar to spare--"
"Ez I was sayin', I ain't no hog; an' seein' 's it's you, Welse, I'll
make to scrimp along on twenty-five--" "Not an ounce!" "Not the least
leetle mite? Well, well, don't git het up. We'll jest fergit I ast you
fer any, an' I'll drop round some likelier time. So long. Say!" He threw
his jaw to one side and seemed to stiffen the muscles of his