"He is over our line--I do not know just where, but in here somewhere." The old fellow put on his spectacles and looked long and carefully.
"He says he owns it all; that he'll have us suin' for pardon ?" "Suing for damages." The old squire gave a chuckle of satisfaction.

"He is in and about _there_." He pointed with a stout and horny finger.
"How did you know ?" "Well, you see, little Dave Dennison--you remember Dave?
You taught him." "Perfectly--I mean, I remember him perfectly.

He is now in New York." "Yes.

Well, Dave he used to be sweet on Phrony, and he seems to be still sweet on her." Mr.Keith nodded.
"Well, of course, Phrony she's lookin' higher than Dave--but you know how women air ?" "I don't know--I know they are strange creatures," said Keith, almost with a sigh, as his past with one woman came vividly before him.
"Well, they won't let a man go, noway, not entirely--unless he's in the way.

So, though Phrony don't keer nothin' in the world about Dave, she sort o' kep' him on-an'-off-like till this here young Wickersham come down here.