"I mean to."
Sam went in, and addressed the landlord.
"I brought your horse back," he said.
"Thank you. Here's two dollars for your trouble."
Sam tucked it away with an air of satisfaction.
"Tony tells me he is going away."
"Yes. He don't suit me."
"Wouldn't I suit you?" asked Sam, in an ingratiating tone.
"No; I've tried you, and you won't suit," was the unexpected reply.