"How long do you want me to
sight?” I asked.
' How long?" he repeated. "W'y,
how long ought a mechanic to sight.
Jest fur that Question, and fur tryin'
to scare me t'other day, I’m a-goln'
to make you sight as long as I
want to. And then—well, ye'd better
say the right thing." And he shook
the wrench at me.
“Hey, Jack!" the man above called
out again. "What's goin’ on? Is that
that daffy big coon?"
The speaker could hear every word,
but he was unable to see us. I won
dered what the crazy fellow would do
if I answered.
"That fellow up there is a me
chanic. too," I looked up at my cap
tor to say. “Oughtin't I to answer him
when he speaks?”
"No! No! No!' he yelled that time,
pointing the wrench down and Jab
bing my neck with the end of it.
