"But you come a little mite late, hain't you, Jethro?" he asked finally, with all of the indifference he could assume.
"H-how's that, Sam—how's that?"
"It's too bad,—I swan it is,—but Lem Hallowell rode over to Harwich last night and indicted the town for that piece of road by the Four Corners. Took Will Wetherell along with him."
"D-don't say so!" said Jethro.
"I callate he done it," responded Sam, pulling a long face. "The court'll hev to send an agent to do the job, and I guess you'll hev to foot the bill, Jethro."
"C-court'll hev to app'int an agent?"
"I callate."
"Er—you a candidate—Sam—you a candidate?"
"Don't know but what I be," answered the usually wary Mr. Price.
"G-goin' to Harwich—hain't you?"