He's a Jim-dandy--works all day and half the night, and if the tax-gatherer isn't at the door, wakes up laughing.

I saw one"-- his light blue eyes took on a sudden hardness--"laughing on the other side of his mouth one morning.

They were 'kourbashing' his feet; I landed on them as the soles came away.

I hit out." His face became grave, he turned the cigar round in his mouth.

"It made me feel better, but I had a close call.