'Yes, I hope so. I've pounded myself all in a heat. But what makes you look so pale, man?'
'Oh, nothing; I ain't pale, am I?'
'Yes, you are pale—go sit down, man.'
'No; I thank you, Uncle Sam. I believe I will go home now, if I can be of no more use to the gentleman.'
Mr. Rutherford, seeing him about to depart, stepped up, and cordially thanked him for his kind and efficient services; and taking out his purse, was about to remunerate him handsomely for his trouble.
'Oh, no, sir, nothing; I thank you.'
'But it has taken your time, and you have been of great service to me; allow me to make you some compensation—thanks from a stranger are not worth much.'
'They are worth a good deal to me, sir, since I have found out who you are.'
'Why, what do you know of me?'
'My father removed from your place, sir; and I have often heard him speak of your folks, how kind they were to him; perhaps you may remember him, Zechariah Andrews?'