"There's a shillin' comin' to you," returned the landlord, putting the
money into one pocket, and feeling in the other, "Never mind the
shilling," said the stranger, "we will settle that another time."
"Travellers always find a good bed at my house, and enough on the table.
That's more than the fellow who keeps the house further on can say,"
continued the landlord, again bowing and proceeding to his supper.
The stranger now paced quickly and impatiently up and down the little
veranda, pausing every few minutes and looking out in the direction of
the wagon, as if it contained something he was guarding with scrupulous
care. In short, the object of his solicitude was a stout, leathern
valise, in the wagon, and which was so heavy that it required the
strength of two ordinary men to handle it easily.
Twenty minutes passed and the driver again made his appearance, wiping
his lips and buttoning up his coat unconcernedly. "Sorry to have
detained you," he said, flapping his hat on. "Landlord says you've
settled the shot--won't be long getting there now.
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