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might have been seen to settle about the corners of his eyes and mouth.
"Wall, wall," said he, "these ar' great times when a d West Ingy half-white nigger can raise his hand agin a white man. Be yer hurt much, Hank?"
"Some in my body, but more in my feelin's."
"What ar' we a-comin' to? I tell you, Hank, it is bout time sumthin' was done."
"That’s all well enough to talk," replied Hank, "but what kin a man do agin the money thet thet feller's got to back him up? I cayn't see a handle on him."
"Wall," replied Bill, "I kin."
"You kin!" exclaimed Hank, while a slow smile of derision covered his face; "wall, I'd jes' like to know how."
"Yer kin laugh, Hank Davis, but it's a fac'. 'Taint goin' to be no hard job, nuther, to git all thet money, all them purty trinkets and fine furniture, and the seven hundred niggers in our pockets ef"—(and here he paused as though to give emphasis to his words) "ef we wurks the thing right."
"Damn it all, man, why don't yer let out?" demanded Hank, as he rose excitedly from his seat on the log. "I'm the man to help on anythin' agin thet man, an' yer knows it. No need of yer bein' so infernal aggravatin' 'bout tellin' me."