“No, not exactly his fault; but it sets you against him, and he’s got so much pump in him.”
“Pump?”
“Yes; always getting out of you everything you are going to do, and who you are, and where you come from.”
“Yes, he does question pretty well.”
“He just does. Very well, then; I want to know who he is, and where he comes from, and what he’s going to be up to. Do you know?”
“No, not in the least.”
“Same here. Well, I don’t like a man who’s so close, and the sooner we both shake hands with him, and say good-bye, the better I shall like it.”
“Well, Esau, I’m beginning to feel like that,” I said, “myself.”
“That’s right, then, and we shan’t quarrel over that bit o’ business. Soon be there now, I think, shan’t we?”
“To-morrow about this time,” said a familiar voice; and we both started, for Gunson was standing close behind us. “Didn’t you hear me come up?”