"No, sir, there ain't much chance o' gettin' rich at this business, what with the high cost of feed and all.

No, gentlemen, I'm a poor man and I don't never expect to be aught else.

Get-ap, Abe Lincoln!" The village, or what there was of it, had been left behind now and the road was winding slightly uphill through woodland.

The sun was slanting into their faces, casting long shadows.

Now and then a gate and the beginning of a well-kept driveway suggested houses set out of sight on the wooded knolls about them.