The head of the family was altogether the most interesting person to Tom, for he must either shake hands or fight with him.

He did not look like a giant in intellect, and he certainly was not a giant in stature.

With the bayonet still in his belt, Tom was not afraid of him.
"How are you, people ?" said Tom, as he walked towards the family, who with one accord suspended all operations, and gave their whole attention to the stranger.
"How are ye, yourself ?" replied the man, rather gruffly.
"Do you keep a hotel ?" demanded Tom, who concealed the anxiety of his heart under a broad grin.
"I reckon I don't.

What do you want here ?" "I want something to eat," replied Tom, proceeding to business with commendable straight-forwardness.
"We hain't got nothin' here," said the man, sourly.

"That ain't what ye come fur, nuther." "Must have something to eat.