Mebbe it was a little fancy for a bonnet; but
I allers thought he took it a little too much to heart when you
swopped it off for that Dollar Varden dress, just because that
Lawyer Maxwell said the Dollar Vardens was becomin' to ye. Ye
know, I reckon, he was always sorter jealous of that thar shark--"
"May I venture to ask what your business is with me?" interrupted
Mrs. Catron, sharply.
"In course," said the captain, rising. "Ye see," he said,
apologetically, "we got to talking o' Roger and ole times, and I
got a little out o' my course. It's a matter of--" he began to
fumble in his pockets, and finally produced a small memorandum-
book, which he glanced over--"it's a matter of $250."
"I don't understand you," said Mrs. Catron, in indignant
astonishment.
"On the 15th of July," said the captain, consulting his memorandum-
book, "Roger sold his claim at Nye's Ford for $1,500. Now, le's
see. Thar was nigh on $350 ez he admitted to me he lost at poker,
and we'll add $50 to that for treating, suppers, and drinks
gin'rally--put Roger down for $400.
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