"Oh, won't you look over it this oncet? I'll be on me Bible oath I won't offend you again."
"Are you in earnest this time?"
"Bad luck attend me if I'm not."
"Well, then, I'll trust you, though you don't deserve it," replied the little schemer, and, after two or three tugs, he succeeded in pulling out one of the spurs. "Do you feel easier?" inquired he, with a grin.
"It's like getting half-way out of purgatory," said the Squire, with a sigh of relief. "There's a fine fella, lug out the other, won't you?"
"I must make some conditions first."
"Let them be short, for gracious sake!"
"First and foremost, are you going to be quiet and reasonable?"
"I am, I am!"
"Secondly, are you going to pay me for the trouble I've had?"