A little slip like that--" He held out his hand for Ford's sack of tobacco.
"I ain't the least bit uneasy over that, old man.

I'm just as sure as I stand here that you're going to pull up, all right." "I know you are, Ches." Ford's voice was humble.

"That's the hell of it.
You're more sure than sensible--but--But look at it like I was a stranger, Ches.

Just forget you ever knew me when I was kinda half-way decent.

You ain't a fool, even if you do act like one.