“Say, looky here; if you are Harvey Wilks, when’d you come to this town?”
“The day before the funeral, friend,” says the king.
“But what time o’ day?”
“In the evenin’ — ’bout an hour er two before sundown.”
“HOW’D you come?”
“I come down on the Susan Powell from Cincinnati.”
“Well, then, how’d you come to be up at the Pint in the MORNIN’ — in a canoe?”
“I warn’t up at the Pint in the mornin’.”