After all, what's the odds between me and you?
'Tan't that you care one bit more, or have a bit more feelin'-- it's clean, sheer, dog meanness, wanting to cheat the devil and save your own skin; don't I see through it?
And your 'gettin' religion,' as you call it, arter all, is too p'isin mean for any crittur;--run up a bill with the devil all your life, and then sneak out when pay time comes! Bob!" "Come, come, gentlemen, I say; this isn't business," said Marks.
"There's different ways, you know, of looking at all subjects.

Mr.Haley is a very nice man, no doubt, and has his own conscience; and, Tom, you have your ways, and very good ones, too, Tom; but quarrelling, you know, won't answer no kind of purpose.

Let's go to business.

Now, Mr.Haley, what is it ?--you want us to undertake to catch this yer gal ?" "The gal's no matter of mine,--she's Shelby's; it's only the boy.

I was a fool for buying the monkey!" "You're generally a fool!" said Tom, gruffly.
"Come, now, Loker, none of your huffs," said Marks, licking his lips; "you see, Mr.Haley 's a puttin' us in a way of a good job, I reckon; just hold still--these yer arrangements is my forte.