Sammy’s father looked his young neighbor squarely in the eye with that peculiar searching gaze; “Look a here, Grant. I’ve knowed you ever since you was born, and you ought to know me a little. ’Tain’t your way to dodge, and ’tain’t mine. I reckon you know you’re welcome, same as always, don’t you?”
Young Matt returned the other’s look fairly; “I ain’t never doubted it, Jim. But things is a heap different now, since it’s all done and settled, with Ollie gone.”
The two understood each other perfectly. Said Jim, drawing a long breath, “Well I wish you’d come over just the same, anyway. It can’t do nobody no harm as I can see.”
“It wouldn’t do me no good,” replied the young man.
“Maybe not,” assented Jim. “But I’d like mighty well to have you come just the same.” Then he drew closer to his young friend; “I’ve been aimin’ to ride over and see you, Matt; but Sammy said you was a comin’ this evenin’, and I ’lowed this would be soon enough. I reckon you know what Wash Gibbs is tellin’ he aims to do first chance he gets.”
The giant drew himself up with a grim smile, “I’ve heard a good bit, Jim. But you don’t need to mind about me; I know I ain’t quite growed, but I am a growin’.”
The older man surveyed the great form of the other with a critical eye, as he returned, “Durned if I don’t believe you’d push him mighty close, if he’d only play fair. But—but I ’lowed you ought to know it was a comin’.”
“I have knowed it for a long time,” said the other cheerfully; “but I heard ‘Preachin’ Bill’ say once, that if a feller don’t fuss about what he knows for sure, the things he don’t know ain’t apt to bother him none. It’s this here guessin’ that sure gets a man down.”
“‘Preachin’ Bill’ hits it every pop, don’t he?” exclaimed Jim, admiringly. “But there’s somethin’ else you ought to know, too, Matt. Wash has done made his threats agin the old man down there.”
“You mean Dad Howitt?” said Young Matt, sharply. “What’s Wash got agin Dad, Jim?”