He put a spoke in my wheel once, an' I hain't forgot it.

But that hain't neither here nor there.

Wa'al," after a short pause, "you know I helped ye pull the thing along on the chance, as ye may say, that you an' your son 'd somehow make a go on't." "You ben very kind, so fur," said the widow faintly.
"Don't ye say that, don't ye say that," protested David.

"'T wa'n't no kindness.

It was jest bus'nis: I wa'n't takin' no chances, an' I s'pose I might let the thing run a spell longer if I c'd see any use in't.