XXVIII
A FRIEND, INDEED
HE was a sturdy-looking little man, with a square, honest face, and an upright manner, to put it so. He seemed to be a Swede. His companion had something the look of Mr. Heep, and he wore a cap.
"Yes, sir, Will," said his companion, "I'd like to see you own that piece of property. I would. If you owned that piece of property, Will, then you see you'd have something. You'd have something, Will. Something you could always call your own, Will."
"Do you think it's good land?" said Will.
"Oh, yes," said his companion; "that's a very fine piece of land, Will. I know every bit of it. I've worked up there, Will."
"Rocky?" asked Will.
"Oh, no, Will; there's hardly a rock on it."
"How far now does it come down this way?" inquired Will musingly.
"Down the hill, Will?" asked his companion, with great attention.
"Yes," said Will.