But I've got enough.

What's the good of more?
No dying in the harness for mine.
I want to retire, as they call it, and let the young bucks do the work." "Oh, you're not an old man," protested Mendenhall with reason.

"Your amazing vitality--your energetic----" Britt pulled at his luxuriant white hair.
"Oh, good enough for an old has-been!" He laughed with pardonable vanity.

"Pretty hearty yet, owing to having lived a clean and wholesome life, thank God; but aging, sir--aging.

'The evil days draw nigh!'" He shook his head with a sober air, which at once gave way to the satisfied smile habitual on his round, contented face.