"I never turned over in my life, and I drove stage in California twenty years."
I believed he was a liar, but deemed it inexpedient to tell him so, although he was a small man.
"Never had a runaway either, I suppose?" and sitting behind him I casually—it being convenient—put my hand on his biceps; the arm was not large, but assuring.
"No."
My opinion of his veracity was not augmented.
"I hardly think you can make the time you say you can."
"Just wait and see."
"I'm sure it will be grand; I've been suffering for such an experience."
"I didn't know but you was gittin' a little nervous—they sometimes do."