"Now raly, sir, in a country where all are free and equal, it is dreadful difficult to tell which is which sometimes. He acted like a hired man to the lady, and like a gentleman to me, that is in the way of renunciation!"
"Renunciation—remuneration, you mean!"
"Wal, yes, maby I do!" answered Jacob, shaking the rain from his hat, "one word is jest as good as t'other, I calculate, so long as both on 'em are about the same length."
"So you could find the house again?" persisted Leicester, intent upon gaining some information regarding his late adventure.
"Wal, I guess so."
"Very well—come here to-morrow, and I will employ you again."
"Thank you, sir!"
"Stop a moment, leave me your card—the number of your hack, and——"
A look of profound horror came over Jacob's face. "Cards, sir, I never touched the things in my hull life."
Leicester laughed.