Besides, he's sick, and got all he can do to buy bread and butter for him and his sister without taking in more fiddles, I guess.

HE wouldn't buy 'em." "Hm--m; maybe not, maybe not," grunted Streeter.

"An', as you say, he's the only one that's got any use for 'em here; an' like enough they ain't worth much, anyway.

So I guess 't is up to the town all right." "Yes; but--if yer'll take it from me,"-- interrupted Larson,--"you'll be wise if ye keep still before the boy.

It's no use ASKIN' him anythin'.
We've proved that fast enough.