Say, DeGolyer, when are you going to start off on that jaunt ?" "What jaunt ?" the old man asked.
"I am going to make a tour of the country," DeGolyer answered.

"I'm going to visit nearly every community of interest and gather material for my letters, and shall be gone a month or so, I should think." "And I'm going with him," said Henry.
"No," the old man replied, "you are not going to leave me here all that time alone.

I'm old, and I want you near me." "All right, uncle; whatever you say goes." When DeGolyer mounted a mule and set out on his journey, young Sawyer, as if clinging to his friendship, walked beside him for some distance into the country.
"Well, I'd better turn back here," said the young man, halting.

"Say, Hank, don't stay away any longer than you can help.

It's devilish lonesome here, you know." "I won't, my boy." "All right.