"Three and the d--l!" broke in the Captain. "What, have you raised on_your_ wood, too? I'll give you _three_, and not a cent more."
"Well," replied the petticoat, "here comes the old man--_he'll_ talk toyou."
And, sure enough, out crept from the cottage the veritable faded hat,copperas-colored pants, yellow countenance and two weeks' beard we hadseen the night before, and the same voice we had heard regulating theprice of cottonwood squeaked out the following sentence, accompanied bythe same leer of the same yellow countenance:
"Why, darn it all, Capting, there is but three or four cords left, and_since it's you_, I don't care if I _do_ let you have it for_three_--_as you're a good customer_!"
After a quick glance at the landmarks around, the Captain bolted, andturned in to take some rest.
The fact became apparent--the reader will probably have discovered itsome time since--that _we had been wooding all night at the samewoodyard_!
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