And I was going to hunt him up.
I had a little money.

The perfessor had paid it to me.

He had give me a job helping take care of his hosses and things like that, and wanted me to stay, and I had been thinking mebby I would fur a while.

But not now! I calkelated I could grab a ride that very night that would put me into Evansville the next morning.

I figgered if I ketched a through freight from there on the next night I might get where he was almost as quick as them bottles did.
I didn't think it was no use writing out my resignation fur the perfessor.