The mule-driver looked hard again at Philip.
"Gawd, young feller," he admired, "you're a cool un all right!" "Take him there," said Philip with the utmost composure.

"Deliver him somewhere a reasonable distance off for repairs and I'll pay you fifty dollars." "See here," broke in Jem, somewhat staggered by the careless manner in which Mr.Poynter handled fortunes, "hain't no foul play about this here, eh?
Asher says he's mussed up considerable." "Asher's right," admitted Mr.Poynter modestly.

"I did the best I could, of course.

Come up and look him over.

He's decorated mournfully with fist marks, but nothing worse.