Reckon Ahm de thievenest one us two, Xenophon, keepin' all dis wood stock' up when you got none,' he say, jesso.

Tek me in; say he _lahk_ a thief.

Pay me sala'y.

Feed me.
Dass de main whut de Caips gone shot lais' night." He raised his head sharply, and the mystery in his gloomy eyes intensified as they opened wide and stared at the sky, unseeingly.
"Ise bawn wid a cawl!" he exclaimed, loudly.

His twisted frame was braced to an extreme tension.