Said the one who acted as leader: “Is this where the Gaskinses live?”
Says I: “One of them is stayin here, and the Lord only knows where the other one is.”
“I am a deputy sheriff,” says he, “and have orders to set you out.”
Says I: “Where is Mr. Richer?”
“In Washington,” says he.
“Where is his agent—his lawyer?” says I.
“In town,” says he.
“Well, dont they have to be here to put me out?” says I.
“No,” says he; “the law puts you out for them.”
“Well, Mistur,” says I, “couldent you let me stay a little longer? Jobe’s gone to hunt work and a place to move to. If you will let me stay, as soon as he finds it Ile go out without your botherin.”