"If I am not back, come the first thing in the morning, before we get busy." "I will come, sure enough," the man said.

"I would walk a hundred miles, if they would let me, for half a pound of pigtail." "Get rid of them, Surajah," Dick whispered, as the man shouldered his way through the crowd.

"Make some excuse to send them off." "Now, my friends," Surajah said, "you see it is getting dusk.

It will soon be too dark to see what you are buying, and we have been selling for eight hours, and need rest.

At eight o'clock tomorrow we will open our packs again, and everyone shall be served; but I pray you excuse us going on any longer now.