'Sister Bradley,' sez he, rubbin'
his hands, when I got through, 'I'm going to wade in an' get hold o'
that woman's soul.'
"'Well,' sez I, 'you may have to wade purty fur an' dive consider'ble,
fer she's about the toughest snag you ever struck.'
"'I'm a-goin' to have 'er _soul_,' sez he, an' he laughed. 'I'd ruther
make that sort of a struggle for the Lord 'an to put out a burnin'
house, ur keep a pizen snake frum bitin' a baby. You watch my smoke.
Is she a-comin' back heer?'
"'I kin bring 'er back,' sez I, 'fer right this minute I'd ruther see
that woman a shoutin' convert 'n to have a meal sack full o' gold
dollars.'
"'Well,' sez he, sorter jokin' like, 'you fetch 'er heer an' set 'er
down whar she wus a minute ago, an' I'll put a plaster on 'er back
that'll make 'er _think_ she's shoutin' whether she is or not.'
"Well, I went to whar she was outside an' tol' 'er Brother Mitchell
wanted to see 'er. 'I jest ain't a-goin' a step,' sez she, 'so I
ain't,' an' she looked sorter suspicious.
"'Well, I don't railly see how yo're goin' to help yorese'f, Mis'
Dawson,' sez I.
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