"I knew you wouldn't. You ain't so smart as people think."
"I didn't know anybody thought me smart."
"James, the hostler, is always talking you up to me, but I guess I can rub along as well as you."
"You talk as if I was your enemy, Sam, instead of your friend."
"I don't want such a friend. You're after my place, in spite of all you say."
Just then James, the hostler, came out of the stable.
"What, is it you, Tony?" he asked, cordially.
"Yes, James; I hope you're well."
"Tip-top; and how are you?" asked the hostler, examining Tony, critically.
"I'm well."