He was a man to whom Bean in an ordinary way would have been civil,--civil in a cold guarded way; but how was he to be civil to anybody who addressed him as Goarly?
"I did not know it," said the Senator.

"As Goarly lives near here I thought you might be Goarly.

When I saw Goarly he had a gun, and you have a gun.

Can you tell me where Goarly lives ?" "Tother side of the wood," said Bean pointing back with his thumb.
"He never had a gun like this in his hand in all his born days." "I dare say not, my friend.

I can go through the wood I guess;" for Bean had pointed exactly over the gateway.
"I guess you can't then," said Bean.