So I made up my mind he'd gone to play angel somewheres else, an' I dug a hole an' put 'im into it, an' he hain't never riz, if so be he wasn't Number 'leven, an' his name was Williams." Yates did not laugh, but manifested the most eager interest.
"Jim," said he, "can you show me his bones, and swear to your belief that he was an escaped pauper ?" "Easy." "Was there a man lost from the poor-house about that time ?" "Yes, an' there was a row about it, an' arterward old Buffum was took with knowin' less than he ever knowed afore.

He always did make a fuss about breathin', so he give it up." "Well, the man you buried is the man I'm after." "Yes, an' old Belcher sent ye.

I knowed it.

I smelt the old feller when I heern yer paddle.

When a feller works for the devil it ain't hard to guess what sort of a angel _he_ is.