“When it comes to that, maybe you'll let me ask, what was you referring to?”

“Shucks!” says the king, very sarcastic; “but I don't know – maybe you was asleep, and didn't know what you was about.”

The duke bristles up now, and says:

“Oh, let up on this cussed nonsense; do you take me for a blame' fool? Don't you reckon I know who hid that money in that coffin?”

“yes, sir! I know you do know, because you done it yourself!”

“It's a lie!” – and the duke went for him. The king sings out:

“Take y'r hands off! – leggo my throat! – I take it all back!”

The duke says:

“Well, you just own up, first, that you did hide that money there, intending to give me the slip one of these days, and come back and dig it up, and have it all to yourself.”

“Wait jest a minute, duke – answer me this one question, honest and fair; if you didn't put the money there, say it, and I'll b'lieve you, and take back everything I said.”

“You old scoundrel, I didn't, and you know I didn't. There, now!”

“Well, then, I b'lieve you. But answer me only jest this one more – now don't git mad; didn't you have it in your mind to hook the money and hide it?”

The duke never said nothing for a little bit; then he says:

“Well, I don't care if I did, I didn't do it, anyway. But you not only had it in mind to do it, but you done it.”

“I wisht I never die if I done it, duke, and that's honest. I won't say I warn't goin' to do it, because I was; but you – I mean somebody – got in ahead o' me.”

“It's a lie! You done it, and you got to say you done it, or –”

The king began to gurgle, and then he gasps out:

“'Nough! – I own up!”

I was very glad to hear him say that; it made me feel much more easier than what I was feeling before. So the duke took his hands off and says:

“If you ever deny it again I'll drown you. It's well for you to set there and blubber like a baby – it's fitten for you, after the way you've acted. I never see such an old ostrich for wanting to gobble everything – and I a-trusting you all the time, like you was my own father. You ought to been ashamed of yourself to stand by and hear it saddled on to a lot of poor niggers, and you never say a word for 'em. It makes me feel ridiculous to think I was soft enough to believe that rubbage. Cuss you, I can see now why you was so anxious to make up the deffisit – you wanted to get what money I'd got out of the Nonesuch and one thing or another, and scoop it all!”

The king says, timid, and still a-snuffling:

“Why, duke, it was you that said make up the deffisit; it warn't me.”