Then I vaulted the fence and set out for home across lots.
I heard the next day that Sim went back to the post-office and informed the gathering there that Ros Paine had taken to drinking.
"He was tight as a biled owl," declared Sim; "and ugly--don't talk! Wanted to fight me because I wouldn't believe he was goin' to work.

Him! What in the everlastin' would HE want to work for?
My heavens to Betsy!".