Did you mean you'd been through the Park ?" "Once--long ago," replied Wade, staring with his great, cavernous eyes into space.

Some memory of Middle Park haunted him.
"Wal, then, I won't be steerin' you wrong," said the innkeeper.

"I like thet country.

Some people don't.

An' I say if you can cook or pack or punch cows or 'most anythin' you'll find a bunk with Old Bill.