He was not alarmed. Cris Carrol knew himself to be incorruptible.
“Well, Mr Carrol,” proceeded the governor, after a pause; “you know that my settlement has prospered, and, as you may imagine, I have made money along with the rest?”
“Yes, I know that,” was the curt answer.
“And, having now got a little ahead of the world, I feel that I have a right to indulge some of my fancies. I want a better house, for instance.”
“Do you, now?” said Cris.
“And so I’ve made up my mind to build; and I want a good site. Now you see what I am driving at.”
“Well, no; I can’t say that I do exactly.”
“Why, Cris, you are dull to-day. I say I want a good site for my new house.”
“Well, ain’t you got hundreds of acres—enough and to spare for the most tremenjous big house as was ever built?”
“That’s true; but on all my land there’s not a spot I really like. Does that seem strange to you?”