With the aid of Jim, a new linch-pin was soon whittled out, the turpentine rolled on to the cart, and the vehicle put in a moving condition.
'Where are you hauling your turpentine?' asked the Colonel.
'To Sam Bell's, at the "Boro'."'
'What will he pay you?'
'Wal, I've four barr'ls of "dip," and tu of "hard." For the hull, I reckon he'll give three dollars a barr'l.'
'By tale?'
'No, for two hun'red and eighty pound.'
'Well, I'll give you two dollars and a half by weight.'
'Can't take it, Cunnel; must get three dollar.'
'What, will you go sixty miles with this team, and waste five or six days, for fifty cents on six barrels—three dollars?'