"Sure; he wants one bad."
"He does? When do you suppose I could see him? He's a queer one, I understand."
"Yes, a regular divil when he gits goin'. Shoots at sight."
"You don't say so! Now, come to think of it, I did hear that he's a little touched in the head. Has strange notions of living a long time ago. Is that so?"
"Guess ye'r right. The old feller's not altogether himself. He's lived so many lives that he often gits mixed up an' thinks he's old man Astor, Julius Cæsar, or some other notable. He's not too bad then, but when he imagines he's one of them old pirates, ye'd better watch out. He's a holy terror, an' nuthin' will stop him when he gits on the rampage."
"Did he ever hurt you?" the young man anxiously asked.
"Oh, no. Him an' me are great chums. He's never shot at me yit. We're too good friends fer that. I'm his keeper, ye see, an' so he looks up to me fer most everything."
"What! Is he as bad as all that? Does he really need a keeper?"
"Sure. Why, I'm the only one who kin manage him, next to his wife. He allus minds me no matter how bad he is. He ginerally does everythin' I say."
"Well, that's interesting. I believe you're just the man I want. I suppose he'd buy a car if you advised him to do so?"