CHAPTER IX
The Doings of Percival
When Hanson returned that afternoon, his round face was beaming. His big blue eyes stared right into Phil’s.
“Say,––by yiminy,––you some kid! You quiet Brenchfield’s she-devil!”
“And what about that?”
“What about it! That no good for Sol Hanson. I know all about him. Somebody tell me. By yiminy! you make damn good blacksmith. Some day we put up signboard, ‘Hanson and Ralston, General Blacksmiths.’ We get all the trade in this damn Valley.”
“Who told you about she-devil, Sol?” asked Phil curiously.
“Oh, somebody! He not speak very much but he say plenty when he be good and ready. He watch round corner. Brenchfield make she-devil wild. You speak to her and she get quiet.”
“It wasn’t Jim Langford who told you, Sol?”