("Don't cal'late to let on any more'n he cal'lates to," thought David to himself.) "Allowed he run the hull shebang, didn't he ?" "He seemed to have a pretty large idea of what was required of one in his place," admitted the witness.
"Kind o' friendly, was he ?" asked David.
"Well," said John, "after we had talked for a while I said to him that I was glad to think that he could have no unpleasant feeling toward me, seeing that he had given up the place of his own preference, and he assured me that he had none." David turned and looked at John for an instant, with a twinkle in his eye.

The younger man returned the look and smiled slightly.

David laughed outright.
"I guess you've seen folks before," he remarked.
"I have never met any one exactly like Mr.Timson, I think," said our friend with a slight laugh.
"Fortunitly them kind is rare," observed Mr.Harum dryly, rising and going to his desk, from a drawer of which he produced a couple of cigars, one of which he proffered to John, who, for the first time in his life, during the next half hour regretted that he was a smoker.
David sat for two or three minutes puffing diligently, and then took the weed out of his mouth and looked contemplatively at it.
"How do you like that cigar ?" he inquired.
"It burns very nicely," said the victim.

Mr.Harum emitted a cough which was like a chuckle, or a chuckle which was like a cough, and relapsed into silence again.

Presently he turned his head, looked curiously at the young man for a moment, and then turned his glance again to the fire.
"I've ben wonderin' some," he said, "pertic'lerly since I see you, how 't was 't you wanted to come up here to Homeville.