human
Stand back there! exclaimed Mr. Sanders in an angry voice, raising his pistol. For one brief moment, the spectators thought that Gabriel was doomed, for he went on without wavering. But he was really in no danger. Mr. Sanders had mistaken him for some of the young men who had been taunting him as they stood at a safe distance. But when he saw who it was, he replaced the pistol in his pocket, remarking,
gpt
You ought to hang out your sign, Gabe. Ef I hadn't 'a' had on my furseein' specks, I'm afear'd I'd a plugged you.
human
Ef looks'd burn, honey, they wouldn't be a cinder left of me, said Mr. Sanders, moving uneasily.
gpt
Arter she's through wi' me, Gabriel, plant me in a shady place, an' make old Tar-Baby thar, indicating Tasma Tid, who had followed Nan--
human
I'll tell you the honest truth, Gabriel--I never know'd that anybody in the roun' world keer'd a continental whether I was drunk or sober, alive or dead; an' I'd lots ruther some un 'd stick a knife through my gizzard than to see that child cryin'.
gpt
Honey, he said,
human
Go home and try to be decent,
gpt
I will, honey, ef you an' Gabriel will go wi' me. I need some un for to keep the boogers off. You git on the lead side, honey, an' Gabriel, you be the off-hoss. Now, hitch on here --he held out both elbows, so that each could take him by an arm--