I'll have that out of him, or most of it, as a first payment." The clerk turned, his mouth twisted awry to a malicious grin.
"Trust you!" he chuckled admiringly, and laid a confidential finger beside his crooked nose.

"Ho ho! This is the third time you've sold the Watkins Farm; and it won't be the last! Oh, you're a rare one, you are! Four farms you've got, and the way you got 'em ho! You go Old Benjamin one better, you do.
"Who so by the plow would thrive Himself must neither hold nor drive.
"A regular hard driver, you are!" "Some fine day," answered Mitchell composedly, "you will exhaust my patience and I shall have to let you be hanged!" "No fear!" rejoined the devil clerk, amiably.

"I'm too useful.

I do your dirty work for you and leave you always with clean hands to show.

Who stirs up damage suits?
Joe.