I was bound for Washoe.
"What line of business be you goin' into there?"
Was not quite certain, but thought it would be the agency line.
GRINDSTONES.
"Ho! the agency line—stage-agent, maybe? Burche's line, I guess?"
That was not it exactly; but no matter. Perhaps I could do something for him in Washoe.
"Nothing, stranger, except to keep dark. Do you know the price of grindstones in Placerville?"
I didn't know the price of grindstones in Placerville, but supposed they might be cheap, as there were plenty there.