He allowed "the boys" just twenty free matches a day.
So the agent read the letter in an uncertain halting voice, and when he had finished it the little group stared at one another for a time in thoughtful silence.
"Wall, I'll be plunked," finally exclaimed the blacksmith.

"Looks like the feller's rich, don't it ?" "Ef he's rich, what the tarnation blazes is he comin' here for ?" demanded Nib Corkins, the dandy of the town.

"I was over t' Huntingdon las' year, 'n' seen how the rich folks live.

Boys, this h'ain't no place for a man with money." "That depends," responded Cotting, gravely.

"I'm sure we'd all be better off if we had a few real bloods here to squander their substance." "Well, here's a perposal to squander, all right," said McNutt.