"I fancy it's all right," said he doubtfully. He really had not any idea what the railway might require before he took the thing in charge.
Saul did not make answer. He was not quite sure it was all right, but the sort of wrongness he feared was not to be confided to the man into whose care he desired to shove the objectionable burden.
"What did he die of?" asked the young man.
"He fell down, and he seemed for some days as if he'd get over it; then he was took sudden. We put his feet into a hot pot of water and made him drink lye."
"Lye?"
"Ash water—but we gave it him weak."
"Oh."
"But—he died."
"Well, that was sad. Does he leave a wife and family?"
"No," said Saul briefly. "But how much must I pay to have the cars take it the rest of the way?"