"
"That will be hard, too--a mighty tough difficulty, now, strannger--to
be hanged for other folks' doings. But, I reckon, he'll have to make up
his mind to it."
"Oh, no! don't say so, now, my friend, I beg you. What makes you think
so?" said the anxious pedler.
"Why, only from what I _heer'd_ you say. You said so yourself, and I
believed it as if I had seed it," was the reply of the simple
countryman.
"Oh, yes. It's but a poor chance with him now, I guess. I'd a notion
that I could find out some little particular, you see--"
"No, I don't see."
"To be sure you don't, but that's my say. Everybody has a say, you
know."
"No, I don't know."
"To be sure, of course you don't know, but that's what I tell you. Now
you must know--"
"Don't say _must_ to me, strannger, if you want that we shall keep hands
off. I don't let any man say _must_ to me."
"No harm, my friend--I didn't mean no harm," said the worried pedler,
not knowing what to make of his acquaintance, who spoke shrewdly at
times, but occasionally in a speech, which awakened the doubts of the
pedler as to the safety of his wits.
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