'Cose _you_ ain't wuth dat much," he said with utter disgust.

"I put you down at a dollar and a quarter.

But dat ain't de p'int," and he steadily advanced on the other till their faces were only a few inches apart.

"It's dis.

_You_, Jeems Henry, belongs to Mars' Herbert Cary an' Miss Hallie; an' when you runs 'way you's stealin'.