"Well, stuff I brung down heah's mor'n I thought 't'was, so I'll haf t' have a quarter mo'!"
"What kind of a proposition did we make with you in regard to hauling it at the depot awhile ago?"
"You said yu'd give me a haf a-dollah fo' haulin' it, but I didn't say I'd do it fo' a haf," he sulked, evasively.
Wyeth glared at him, but the other refused to meet his eye. "Then," he began, "when you took hold of it and loaded it into your wagon, you subsequently agreed to my offer, and now I want to see you get more."
"I'll haf t' take the stuff," argued the other, shifting about, but keeping at a safe distance. Something in the eye of the other did not offer welcome.
"Give him a quater more," called Legs, who had returned in the meantime, and had been trying to catch a little sleep.
"I don't intend to pay him one little dime more!" exclaimed Wyeth stubbornly.
"Then I'll haf t' see 'n' officer," bluffed the other, and turning, he started briskly down the street. Wyeth learned later, he was sure he could not have found one. He was not looking for any, but the landlady and Legs made up the quarter, and calling him back, paid him.
"Books is stubborn when he thinks he's been worked. M-m," said Legs, going back to bed. "Yeh, comes down to a show, believe he'd fight."