There was a John Lenox in it, but he seems to me sometimes more like a character in a story than myself." "An' yet," said David, turning toward him, "if you was to go back to it, this last five years 'd git to be that way to ye a good deal quicker.
Don't ye think so ?" "Perhaps so," replied John.

"Yes," he added thoughtfully, "it is possible." "I guess on the hull, though," remarked Mr.Harum, "you done better up here in the country 'n you might some 'ers else--" "Oh, yes," said John sincerely, "thanks to you, I have indeed, and--" "-- an'-- ne' mind about me--you got quite a little bunch o' money together now.

I was thinkin' 't mebbe you might feel 't you needn't to stay here no longer if you didn't want to." The young man turned to the speaker inquiringly, but Mr.Harum's face was straight to the front, and betrayed nothing.
"It wouldn't be no more 'n natural," he went on, "an' mebbe it would be best for ye.

You're too good a man to spend all your days workin' fer Dave Harum, an' I've had it in my mind fer some time--somethin' like that pork deal--to make you a little independent in case anythin' should happen, an'-- gen'ally.

I couldn't give ye no money 'cause you wouldn't 'a' took it even if I'd wanted to, but now you got it, why----" "I feel very much as if you had given it to me," protested the young man.
David put up his hand.