"Is that really the law?" said he, as Joe finished his version of the law—not the book. "Let me see that book."
Joe mechanically handed it to him.
After pouring over it for some time, he handed it back, with an air of disappointment, remarking:
"Drat me! if I see any sich law in that book."
"Well, it ain't no wonder ye don't—that's the Red Rover, a novel and not a law book, and you've been and lost my place too," Joe found his place, and continued: "what I told you is what the law says, and I know it's so."
"Well, as you're a 'Squire, too, I reckon you ought to know. As the mules don't belong to old man Bosby Sheel and you swear they are you'rn, I hold he's bound to give'em up."
Joe rallied the old Squire rather hard about looking over the Red Rover for extra law, but finally "give a treat" and left the Squire and his friend in the best of humors.
Said Uncle Abe when he had the small-pox, "I now can give something to every one who calls."