"Ah!—I be that."
"And what might you be thinking?"
"Why—since you ax me, I was thinkin' as your eye was mighty sharp and piercin'."
"Ah!" said I; "and what more?"
"That your coat was tore at the shoulder."
"So it is," I nodded; "well?"
"You likewise wears buckled breeches, and gray worsted stockings."
"You are a very observant man!" said I.
"Though, to be sure," said he, shaking his head, "I don't see no 'andcuffs."
"That is because they are hidden under my sleeves."