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Rh at both ends an’ it’s a-gittin’ looser every minute! If you don’t spill the truth, I’m a-goin’ to! An’ that mighty

[Frantically, to and ]

Don’t listen to him! His mouth is foul ’ith blasphemy!

Bretherin an’ sisterin, listen!

[Begins to sing and drowns voice]

[''He swings his arms camp-meeting fashion. The women join in and sing with great fervor'']

[With mingled admiration and contempt]

I dunno what the devil ’ll do ’ith you, Rufe! One thing’s certain, they ain’t no place in hell hot enough fer you!