If he wants it, let him make me a good offer; but he won't do that.

He kind o' circles around like a pigeon before he lights, and talks about what I paid for it, and a hundred per cent.

advance, and all that.

I give a sight for that land he don't know nothin' about--years of hard work on the mountain-side, sweatin' o' days, and layin' out in the cold at nights, lookin' up at the stars and wonderin' how I was to git along--studin' of folks jest as I studied cattle.

That's what I paid for that land.