"Look here, stranger, if yu hankers after his pedigree so all-fired hard yu had best pump him." "I told yu this here feller wasn't a man what would give away all he knowed," lied Mr.Connors, turning to his friend and indicating the host.

"He ain't got time for that.

Anybody can see that he is a powerful busy man.

An' then he ain't no child." Mr.Cassidy thought that the landlord could tell all he knew in about five minutes and then not break any speed records for conversation, but he looked properly awed and impressed.

"Well, yu needn't go an' get mad about it! I didn't know, did I ?" "Who's gettin' mad ?" Pugnaciously asked Mr.Connors.After his injured feelings had been soothed by Mr.Cassidy's sullen silence he again turned to the landlord.
"What did this Travennes look like when yu saw him last ?" Coaxed Mr.
Connors.
"Th' same as he does now, as yu can see by lookin' out of th' window.
That's him down th' street," enlightened the host, thawing to the pleasant Mr.Connors.
Mr.Cassidy adopted the suggestion and frowned.