Dave set lookin' at him, an' then he says, 'You ain't goin', air ye ?' "'Wa'al,' says Smith, 'feelin' 's you do, I guess my arrant here ain't goin' t' amount to nothin', an' I may 's well.' "'No, you set still a minute,' says Dave.

'If you'll answer my question honest an' square, I've got sunthin' more to say to ye.

Come, now,' he says.
"'Wa'al,' says Smith, with a kind of give-it-up sort of a grin, 'I guess you sized him up about right.

I didn't come to see you on 'Lish Harum's account.

I come fer the town of Whitcom.' An' then he spunked up some an' says, 'I don't give a darn,' he says, 'what comes of 'Lish, an' I don't know nobody as does, fur's he's person'ly concerned; but he's got to be a town charge less 'n you take 'm off our hands.' "Dave turned to me an' says, jest as if he meant it, 'How 'd you like to have him here, Polly ?' "'Dave Harum!' I says, 'what be you thinkin' of, seein' what he is, an' alwus was, an' how he alwus treated you?
Lord sakes!' I says, 'you ain't thinkin' of it!' "'Not much,' he says, with an ugly kind of a smile, such as I never see in his face before, 'not much! Not under this roof, or any roof of mine, if it wa'n't more'n my cow stable--an',' he says, turnin' to Smith, 'this is what I want to say to you: You've done all right.