“Go in and count ’em. What yer want to know fur?”
“A man in these times don’t generally have so many friends as you seem to have.”
“I’m a good feller, Somers, and they all like me,” replied Skinley, laughing heartily.
“You have one of my friends in there.”
“How do yer know?”
“You said so.”
“Well, Somers, a feller don’t allus know who his friends is, in these times.”
“But I know him; and, Skinley, would you be so kind as to call him out?”
“It can’t be did,” said the uncouth abomination of a man, very positively.
“Why not?”