“I didn't spot him—it was you. I'm much obliged to ye.”
“Oh, that's all right.”
“Seems to me you are entitled to a reward, Joe,” went on the old farmer.
“I don't want any reward.”
“But you're a-goin' to take it. How would five dollars strike you?”
“Not at all, sir. I don't want a cent.”
“Then, maybe, ye won't even come an' take dinner with me,” continued the old man, in disappointed tones.
“Yes, I'll do that, for this chase has made me tremendously hungry.”
“If ye ever come down my way, Joe, ye must stop an' call on me.”
“I will, Mr. Bean.”