Town's got two hotels, good livery stable--that's mine--half a dozen stores, nigh on to a dozen saloons, an' two barber-shops.

Yes, sir, Ellisville is the place!" "Which way are you bound, sir ?" asked the stranger, still sitting, apparently in thought, with his chin resting on his hand.
"Well, you see, they's another town goin' up below here about twenty mile--old man Plum's town, Plum Centre.

I run the mail an' carry folk acrost from Ellisville to that place.

This here is just about halfway acrost.

Ellisville's about twenty or twenty-five mile north of here." Sam spoke lucidly enough, but really he was much consumed with curiosity, for he had seen, behind the driver of the wagon, a face outlined in the shade.