Then, with a disgruntled shake of the head, he turned away.
"Ain't no use arguin' with you Easterners," came at last.

"You come out here an' take one look at these here hills an' think you can beat Ole Lady Nature when she's sittin' pat with a royal flush.

But go on--I ain't tryin' t' stop you.

'Twouldn't be nothin' but a waste o' breath.

You've got this here conquerin' spirit in your blood--won't be satisfied till you get it out.