And say," Yankee's voice here grew low and impressive, "git some close.

These here are all right for the woods, but with them people close counts an awful lot.
It's the man inside that wins, but the close is outside.

Git 'em and git 'em good; none of your second-hand Jew outfits.

It'll cost, of course, but--( here Yankee closed up to Ranald) but here's a wad; ain't no pertickaler use to me." Then Ranald smote him in the chest and knocked him back against a lumber pile.
"I know you," he cried; "you would be giving me the coat off your back.
If I would be taking money from any man I'd take it from you, but let me tell you I will have no money that I do not earn;" then, seeing Yankee's disappointed face, he added, "but indeed, I owe you for your help to me--and--mi--mine, when help was needed sore, more than I can ever pay back." Then, as they shook hands, Ranald spoke again, and his voice was none too steady.

"And I have been thinking that I would like you to have Lisette, for it may be a long time before I will be back again, and I know you will be good to her; and if ever I need your help in this way, I promise I will come to you." Yankee chewed his quid of tobacco hard and spat twice before he could reply.