If I'd seen him there, he'd had to go 'round to the jail with me.

I guess I could have coaxed him there; I was ready for to offer extra inducements!" "And does everybody know you seen old Mr.McBride the first of any ?" asked Custer.
"I guess they do; I ain't afraid about that.

Colonel Harbison's too much of a gentleman to claim any credit that ain't his; he'd be the first one to own up that he don't deserve no credit." "What took you into McBride's store?
You hadn't no errand there." Mrs.
Shrimplin was a careful and acquisitive wife.
"I allow I made an errand there," said Mr.Shrimplin bridling.

"I reckon many another man might have thought he hadn't no errand there either, but I feel different about them things.

I was just turned into the Square when along comes young John North--" "What was he doing there ?" suddenly asked Mrs.Shrimplin.
"I expect he was attending strictly to his own business," retorted Mr.
Shrimplin, offended by the utter irrelevancy of the question.
"Go on, pal" begged Custer.
He felt that his mother's interruptions were positively cruel, and--so like a woman! "Me and young John North passed the time of day," continued Mr.
Shrimplin, thus abjured, "and I started around the north side of the Square to light the lamp on old man McBride's own corner.