He loves them better than fame or fortune or life itself.

I think it must have been that Abe whose voice sounded like a trumpet just now and who sent you off to Mrs.
Peters with the money.

You haven't the chance to know him that we have.
Some day you two will get acquainted." "I don't know how to plead to that indictment," Abe answered.

"It looks so serious I shall have to take counsel." At this moment there was a loud rap on the door.

Mr.Kelso opened it and said: "Hello, Eli! Come in." A hairy faced, bow legged man, bent under a great pack, partly covered with bed ticking, stood in the doorway.
"Hello, Mr.Kelso," the bearded man answered.