"Oh, you have plenty of time," and the lawyer pulled out his watch. "Why, you've half an hour yet. But, say, Mr. Andrews, I've been reading the account of last night's meeting. My, I admire your pluck. You did certainly put it over Ikey Dimock all right. Ha, ha, that was a good one. You've seen the paper, I suppose?"
"Naw, I don't go much on papers," was the reply. "I seldom read 'em."
"But you must read this one, though. Here, you may have mine."
Abner took the paper, and thrust it into his pocket. "Thank ye, I'll read it when I git time. I must be off now, or I'll be late fer the train."
"Have a cigar, Mr. Andrews. Here's a rare Havana. I know you're fond of a good smoke."
"How many of these de ye smoke a day, Mr. Rackshaw?" Abner asked, as he carefully studied the band upon the cigar.
"Oh, generally five or six, and sometimes more. It all depends on what I am doing."
"Cost quite a bit, eh?"
"Yes, I suppose I burn between two and three hundred dollars during the year."
"Ye don't tell! Bizness must be good, eh? I kin hardly afford to keep me old pipe goin', let alone smoke cigars."