"I ain't got any money.

I'm a poor, destitute widder!" "What do you take me for ?" inquired Mr.Morton, somewhat amazed at this mode of address.
"Ain't you a highwayman ?" asked the old lady.
"If you look at me close I think you will be able to answer that question for yourself." The old lady cautiously rose to a sitting posture, and, mechanically adjusting her spectacles, took a good look at the young man.
"Why, I declare for it, ef it ain't Mr.Morton! I thought 'twas you that fired at me." "I hope you are not hurt," said Mr.Morton, finding a difficulty in preserving his gravity.
"I dunno," said the old lady dubiously, pulling up her sleeve, and examining her arm.

"I don't see nothin'; but I expect I've had some injury to my inards.

I feel as ef I'd had a shock somewhere.

Do you think he'll fire again ?" she asked, with a sudden alarm.
"You need not feel alarmed," was the soothing reply.