Any one could have handed Potts that proof, but it took you to handle the case after the scoundrel had said 'Which one ?' Well, it's Potts's move now.

If he doesn't move, we'll just add this to the item: 'Mrs.J.Rodney Potts, wife of Colonel J.Rodney Potts, will arrive again the following week.

The ladies anticipate an interesting time in meeting their mutual husband.' How's that ?" Billy's eyes glistened--he was yearning for just that situation.
"But if Potts does move," added Solon, "not a word about the second lady.

We won't take a mean advantage, even of Potts." At six o'clock that evening, the following facts became known: that Colonel Potts had obtained a quart of whiskey from Barney Skeyhan; that he had borrowed twenty dollars from the same trustful tradesman; that, his cane in one hand and his oilcloth valise in the other, he had walked down Main Street late in the afternoon and boarded the five twenty-eight freight going West, ostensibly on a business trip into the next county.
Not until the next morning was it known that Potts had left us forever.
This came from "Big Joe" Kestril.

The two had met at the depot and drunk fraternally from the bottle of Potts, discussing the thing frankly, meanwhile.
"They've hounded me out of town," said the Colonel.
"How ?" said Big Joe.
"They sent for Mrs.Potts to come here--it's infamous, sir!" It appeared that Potts had said further: "I can't understand the men of this town at all.