I believe," he averred, "that if he was to lay out to keep it shut that lightnin' might strike him square in the mouth an' it wouldn't go in an eighth of an inch.

An' yet," he added, "he c'n talk by the rod when he takes a notion." "Must be a difficult person to get on with," commented John dryly.
"I couldn't stan' it no longer," declared Mr.Timson with the air of one who had endured to the end of virtue, "an' I says to him the other day, 'Wa'al,' I says, 'if I can't suit ye, mebbe you'd better suit yourself.'" "Ah!" said John politely, seeing that some response was expected of him; "and what did he say to that ?" "He ast me," replied Chet, "if I meant by that to throw up the situation.

'Wa'al,' I says 'I'm sick enough to throw up most anythin',' I says, 'along with bein' found fault with fer nothin'.'" "And then ?" queried John, who had received the impression that the motion to adjourn had come from the other side of the house.
"Wa'al," replied Chet, not quite so confidently, "he said somethin' about my requirin' a larger spear of action, an' that he thought I'd do better on a mile track--some o' his hoss talk.

That's another thing," said Timson, changing the subject.

"He's all fer hosses.