"When do we find our game?" he inquired.
"On Wednesday; at night," the little man answered meekly.
"I don't know how it is, myself," Tug continued, this time taking a shot at Dorris; "but Wednesday it is. You are both looking mighty well."
They thanked him for his politeness, and added that they were feeling well.
"They didn't think much of you when you came," he said, pointing a finger at Dorris, which looked like a pistol, "but they have changed their minds. Even Reverend Wilton says you will do; it's the first kind word he ever said of anybody. It came out—Silas, how did it come out?"
"Like a tooth," Silas answered, who had been standing by with his hands in his pockets.
"Like a back tooth, you told me. Come now, didn't you say a back tooth?"
Silas muttered something which was accepted as an acknowledgment, and Tug went on,—
"Why didn't you say so, then? Why do you want to put it on me in the presence of the lady? But Reverend Wilton never said anything bad about you, or anybody else; he's too lazy for that. I only wonder that he didn't drop over from exhaustion when he said you'd do. Well, I should say you would do; eh, pretty girl?"
Annie Dorris made no other answer than to cling closer to her husband, and Tug regarded them with apparent pleasure.