Bartlett Cloud's a coward from the toes up, March, and if he tries to make it unpleasant for you, why, just offer to knock him down and he'll change his tune." "Thank you for telling me," responded Joel, "but I don't expect to have much to do with him; I don't like his looks.

I know the boy you mean, now.

He's the fellow that called me names--'Country,' you know, and such--the first day we had practice.

I heard him, but didn't let on.

I didn't mind much, but it didn't win my love." West laughed uproariously and slapped Joel on the back.
"Oh, you're a queer sort, March.