“I never seed no coal in these mountains like that—did you?”
“Not often—find it around here?”
“Right hyeh on this farm—about five feet thick!”
“What?”
“An' no partin'.”
“No partin'”—it was not often that he found a mountaineer who knew what a parting in a coal bed was.
“A friend o' mine on t'other side,”—a light dawned for the engineer.
“Oh,” he said quickly. “That's how you knew my name.”
“Right you air, stranger. He tol' me you was a—expert.”
The old man laughed loudly. “An' that's why you come over hyeh.”