Looey was one of them quiet-looking fellers that never laughed much nor talked much.

Looey, he never made fun of nobody, which the doctor was always doing, and I wouldn't of cared to make fun of Looey much, either.
"Yes," I says, "I been laying here fur quite a spell, and quite natcheral I listened to you, as any one else would of done.

And mebby I can get that team and wagon of yourn without it costing you a cent." Well, they didn't know what to say.

They asts me how, but I says to leave it all to me.

"Walk right along down this here crick," I says, "till you get to where it comes out'n the woods and runs acrost the road in under an iron bridge.