I just thought I'd tell yuh," he added casually, straightening up, "because I didn't think you knew it before." "Thanks." The man smiled one-sidedly and began filling a pipe while he watched them.
"A-course it won't be much trouble to move your shack," Andy continued with neighborly interest.

"A wheelbarrow will take it, easy.

Back here on the bench a mile or so, yuh may find a patch of ground that nobody claims." "Thanks." The man picked a match from his pocket and striking it on the new yellow door-casing lighted his pipe.
Andy moved uneasily.

He did not like that man, for all he appeared so thankful for information.

The fellow had a narrow forehead and broad, high cheek bones and a predatory nose.