"This is the first I ever hearn of you wanting to go there." Which was true in one way, and a lie in another.

I hadn't never wanted to go till lately, but he'd of lammed me if I had of wanted to.

He always said he would.

And now I was too big and knowed it.
Well, Hank, he never give me no money, so I watches my chancet that afternoon and slips in under the tent the same as always.

And I lays low under them green benches and wiggled through when I seen a good chancet.
The first person I seen was Hank.