Steam's up, and I'm off." He laughed and wiped his forehead.

Slightly vexed at the small amount of discoverable astonishment on the farmer's face, he continued,-- "You don't think much of it.

Why, there ain't another man but myself Boyne's Bank would trust.

They've trusted me thirty year:--why shouldn't they go on trusting me another thirty year?
A good character, brother William John, goes on compound-interesting, just like good coin.

Didn't you feel a sort of heat as I brushed by you--eh?
That was a matter of one-two-three-four" Anthony watched the farmer as his voice swelled up on the heightening numbers: "five-six-six thousand pounds, brother William John.