"SO you and your pa put your money in real estate up there in Kansas City when you sold your ranch, and them sharks cleaned you out, eh?"
"They scraped our bones, sir. But I paid out; I don't owe any man, livin' or dead, a cent—in anything that money will pay."
"No, I bet you don't, Texas. Well, I'm glad you give me the inside and straight of your history, for I'm more'n a little petic'lar who I interduce to Sallie McCoy."
"I'm glad to hear you say it, grandpa."
"Don't you 'grandpa' me, gol dern you! I ain't no man's grandpa!"
"No, sir, of course you're not, sir."
"But I may be before I die. I ain't so danged used up as some men of forty-seven I could name."
"Nor some of thirty-five, I bet you a purty, sir."
Well, I can hold up my end of the log along with most of 'em. They all call me Uncle Boley around here, but I ain't nobody's uncle, neither. I don't mind that; I've known boys of ten that was
