He had been warned, he said, that Jeff and his friends might try to beat him yet by stopping payment, and he knew that he had been followed by them to town.
"What You'll do will be what I tell ye," Mrs Hanson replied with decision.

"The cashier is a friend to me--I was with his wife last month with her first baby, and they swear by me now, for I gave her good care.
We'll go over there this minute, and have talk with him.

He'll do what he can for ye, and he'll do it for my sake." "You don't know me, remember," Bud reminded her honestly.
The widow Hanson gave him a scornful smile and toss of her head.

"And do I not ?" she demanded.

"Do you think I've buried three husbands and thinking now of the fourth, without knowing what's wrote a man's face?
Three I buried, and only one died his bed.