He don't give it no thought at all, an' he ain't 'round here half the time.

Now," said Chet, "when I work fer a man I like to have him 'round so 't I c'n say to him: 'Shall I do it so?
or shall I do it _so_?
shall I?
or sha'n't I ?' an' then when I make a mistake--'s anybody's liable to--he's as much to blame 's I be." "I suppose, then," said John, "that you must have to keep Mr.Harum's private accounts also, seeing that he knows so little of details.

I have been told that he is interested in a good many matters besides this business." "Wa'al," replied Timson, somewhat disconcerted, "I suppose he must keep 'em himself in _some_ kind of a fashion, an' I don't know a thing about any outside matters of his'n, though I suspicion he has got quite a few.
He's got some books in that safe" (pointing with his finger) "an' he's got a safe in the vault, but if you'll believe _me_"-- and the speaker looked as if he hardly expected it--"I hain't never so much as seen the inside of either one on 'em.

No, sir," he declared, "I hain't no more idee of what's in them safes 'n you have.

He's close, Dave Harum is," said Chet with a convincing motion of the head; "on the hull, the clostest man I ever see.