"But do you think I would, Bob?"
"No, I can't hardly think so. Got any smokin' tobacco?"
"Fresh bag up there on the shelf. Fill up that briar of mine—the old-timer."
"But you don't want nobody to smoke it, do you?"
"You may keep it; I've got another one."
"But you've had that one so long, Bill."
"Then it's all the sweeter."
"I'm a thousand times obliged to you."
"All right." He was silent for a thoughtful minute, and then he said: "The summer is about gone. It will leave on the train next Tuesday."
The hired man nodded as if he understood. "And I've got to be lookin' out for somethin' to do in the winter," he said. "I don't reckon you can afford to keep me."