"Down the hill."
"Don't yer 'spose I kin tell that much? I mean, what's yer destination? Is that plain?"
"Oh, you want to know where I live?"
"That's it."
"I live in Maine."
"Yer trying ter kid me?"
"No. You asked me where I live and I told you."
"Whar yer stoppin' now?" the man demanded in an angry tone.
"At the Lazy S."
"Now yer gettin' down ter brass tacks. Why didn't yer say so in the first place and save all the wind?"