"You see these gentlemen here believe me and they don't believe you." "There's a man in this here country that looks like me," said the Pike man, with a lame excuse.

"You've met him, likely." "That won't go down, old Rip-tail.

There ain't but one man can whip his weight in wildcats and tell the all-firedest yarns out.

That's you, and there ain't no gettin' round it." "This is a plot, gentlemen," said the man from Pike, glancing uneasily at the faces around him, in which he read disbelief of his statements.

"My word is as good as his." "Maybe it is," said Mr.Bickford.