"I dunno," said Jabez, moodily. He had been ruminating on Gubblum's observation about the swine ring.
"He's as sour as vargis," thought Gubblum.
There was the creak of a footstep overhead.
"Who sleeps in the pigeon loft?" Gubblum asked, tipping his finger upward.
"I dunno," repeated Jabez.
"His dander's up," thought Gubblum.
Just then the landlady in the bar heard the sound of wheels on the road, and the next moment a carriage drew up at the open door.
"I say there, lend a hand here, quick!" shouted the driver.
Mrs. Drayton hobbled up. The flyman was leaning through the door of the fly, helping some one to alight.
"Take a' arm, missy; there, that's the size of it. Now, sir, down, gently."