human
Hello, Mr. Sanders! said one of the cotton-buyers, taking advantage of a momentary pause in Mr. Tidwell's monologue;
gpt
Well, I was gittin' on right peart tell to-day, but this mornin' I struck a job that's made me weak an' w'ary.
human
You're looking mighty well, anyhow. What has been the trouble to-day?
gpt
Why, I'll tell you, responded Mr. Sanders, with a show of animation.
human
I've been gwine round all day tryin' to git up subscriptions for to build a flatform for Gus Tidwell. Gus needs a place whar he can stand an' explutterate on the Constitution all day, and not be in nobody's way.
gpt
Well, of course you succeeded,
human
Middlin' well--middlin' well. A coloured lady flung a dime in the box, an' I put in a quarter. In all, I reckon I've raised a dollar an' a half. But I reely believe I could 'a' raised a hunderd dollars ef I'd 'a' told 'em whar the flatform was to be built.
gpt
Where is that?
human
In the pine-thicket behind the graveyard, responded Mr. Sanders, so earnestly and promptly that the crowd shouted with laughter. Even Mr. Tidwell, who was
gpt
Gus is a purty good lawyer, said Mr. Sanders, lifting his voice a little to make sure that Silas Tomlin would hear every syllable of what he intended to say;
human
Is that so? What is the gentleman's name?
gpt
Judge Albert Vardeman, replied Mr. Sanders.
human
Now, when you come to talk about lawyers, you'll be doin' yourself injustice ef you leave out the name of Albert Vardeman. He ain't got much of a figure--he's shaped somethin' like a gourdful of water--but I tell you he's got a head on him.
gpt
Is the Judge really here? Mr. Tidwell asked.
human
I'd like very much to have a talk with him.
gpt
I don't blame you, Gus, remarked Mr. Sanders,