I reckon we're safe as long as we keep mum.

But let's swear again, anyway.

It's more surer." "I'm agreed." So they swore again with dread solemnities.
"What is the talk around, Huck?
I've heard a power of it." "Talk?
Well, it's just Muff Potter, Muff Potter, Muff Potter all the time.

It keeps me in a sweat, constant, so's I want to hide som'ers." "That's just the same way they go on round me.

I reckon he's a goner.
Don't you feel sorry for him, sometimes ?" "Most always--most always.