So he told his passengers that there was another tavern, a few miles down the road, and that he would take them there to breakfast.
"He's an awful ugly man, that he is," said Mrs.Carson, "an' he'd better 'a' stayed at Lowry's, fur he had to wait a good sight longer, after all, as it turned out.

But he's dreadful mad at you, an' says he'll bring ye farmers, an' soldiers, and sailors, an' mechanics, if that's what ye want.

I 'spect he'll do his best to git a load of them particular people an' drop 'em at yer door.

I'd take down that sign, ef I was you.

Not that me an' Danny minds, fur we're glad to git a stage to feed, an' ef you've any single man that wants lodgin' we've fixed up a room and kin keep him overnight." Notwithstanding this warning, Euphemia and I decided not to take in our sign.