I see what you're up to,' he says.
"'Look a-here, 'Zeke Swinney,' I says, 'I've got an int'rist in that prop'ty, an' I propose to p'tect it.

You're goin' to sign that morgidge over to me, or I'll foreclose and surrygate ye,' I says, 'unless you allow to bid in the prop'ty, in which case we'll see whose weasel-skin's the longest.

But I guess it won't come to that,' I says.

'You kin take your choice,' I says.

'Whether I want to git holt o' that prop'ty myself ain't neither here nor there.