wait'll about 'leven o'clock, see how good she feels then!
we sure do.
well, i tell you. they was a fella up the country named king--got about 30,000 acres an' a cannery an' a winery--an' he's all a time talkin' about reds. drivin' the country to ruin, he says. got to git rid of 'em, he says. well, they was a young fella jus' come out an' he was listenin one day. he kinda scratched his head an' he says, "mr. king, what *is* these reds you all a time talkin' about?" well, sir, mr. king says, "young man, a red is any fella that wants thirty cents a hour when i'm payin' twenty-five."
hidy, mr. thomas. hidy, mizz thomas.
don't you worry. ain't gonna be no trouble.
they tell me you're half injun. you look all injun to me.
how you know?
awright. keep your eye on 'em. jus' keep 'em in sight, that's all.
they're here. we got 'em spotted.
you don't have to worry. we got ever'thing arranged. maybe nobody'll even see it.