You GOTTO nail them shoes on, Danny, and fix that wheel." "Well, all right, Jake," says I, "if you feel that way about it.

Jest give me a chaw of tobacco and come around and help me hitch 'em up." Si Emery was there asleep on a pile of straw guarding that property.

But Ralph Scott wasn't around.

Si didn't wake up till we had hitched 'em up.
He says he will ride around to the shop with me.

But Jake says: "It's all right, Si.