Ricker.
"Not much," said Strout. "We have all the money we need, and know
where to get more. What we want is men, an' we have a good one in
Billy."
Mr. Ricker removed his unseasonable headgear and moved nearer to the
stove.
"I have heard of the late Mr. Sawyer and was sorry to hear of his
early demise." He looked at Abner, then at Mr. Strout.
"Your friend here has told me about his wonderful exploits--how he
thrashed the town bully, and beat the singing-master at his own
game."
Bob Wood and Strout glared at Abner.
"But his experiences, which I have been told have appeared in print,"
the stranger continued, "are trifling compared with the perils and
adventures which have fallen to my lot. I could make your blood run
cold."
"Ef we open the front door, I guess the weather will do that," said
Hiram, and it was the general opinion, though not verbally expressed,
that Hiram had got one on the stranger.
Mr. Emmanuel Howe, the clergyman's son, was noted for his extreme
politeness. He had attended one term at a divinity school before he
met Miss Dixie Schaffer. He arose from the nail-keg upon which he had
been sitting, and motioned for the stranger to take his place.
As he accepted the mute invitation, Mr. Ricker turned to the company
and said: "Gentlemen, shall I intrude upon your time if I relate just
one of my adventures?"
"Oh, go ahead," said Strout.
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