As the feller said when he seen a black fox, 'Come on, boys, it's time fer to wear out yer boots.'" "I'm tied to my job." "Then break yer halter," said Solomon.
"I haven't money enough to get married and keep a wife." "What an ignorant cuss you be!" Solomon exclaimed.

"You don't 'pear to know when ye're well off." "What do you mean ?" "I mean that ye're wuth at least a thousan' pounds cash money." "I would not ask my father for help and I have only forty pounds in the bank," Jack answered.
Solomon took out his wallet and removed from it a worn and soiled piece of paper and studied the memoranda it contained.

Then he did some ciphering with a piece of lead.

In a moment he said: You have got a thousan' an' fifteen pounds an' six shillin' fer to do with as ye please an' no questions asked--nary one." "You mean you've got it." "Which means that Jack Irons owns it hide, horns an' taller." Tears came to the boy's eyes.

He looked down for a moment without speaking.