Don't mind my barkin'; I don't mean it.

I am about sick, I cal'late.

Be better to-morrer, maybe." "What's got into you?
Was that letter of Bailey's--" "Hush!" The captain held up his hand.

"I thought I heard a team." "Depot wagon, most likely," said Bailey.

"About time for it! Humph! seems to be stoppin', don't it?
Was you expectin' anybody?
Shall I go and--" "No! Set still." The pair on the sofa sat still.