“I know, an’ that’s ’nuff;” said the plaintiff, “but let’s licker, anyheow.”
Harris lost no time in finding out Seth.
“Did you ever live in Tioga county?”
“Anything abeout sheep—?”
“No, no, I mean Painted Post.”
“Oh! Jenkinse’s store!” said Seth, with great gravity.
“Two hundred wouldn’t be a bad pile, Seth, here in Elk?”
“No—o, t’wouldn’t, that’s a fact. Get that amount tu lend on a slow note?”
“Well, I might scrape it up—could give you a hundred down and the rest after the Court’s adjourned.”
Harris counted out the hundred, and rolling it up, held it temptingly in his hand. Seth’s eyes stuck out like peeled onions, and his mouth fairly watered at the display. It was more money than he had ever owned in his life.