What's your price?"
Mose now produced a complicated piece of mechanism from his
expansive waistcoat pocket. It might have been constructed for a
three-fold purpose--for money, pipes and tobacco. The odoriferous
exhalation giving strong evidence of the latter commodity.
"Well 'Squire, you fellers earn your livin' mighty easy," exclaimed
Mose, tendering the five dollar bill into the lawyer's hand.
The latter smiled, pocketed the fee and commenced writing the letter
to the defendant Joshua Jones.
"Now sir, if this thing works well, I don't grudge ye the money
'Squire, and any time I have somethin' more in the law business I'll
throw it your way, for I think you a squarer sort of a chap than
them ere gang further up the street. I tell you they're sharpers,
they fleeced dad last summer and I wasn't agoin' to be so green, eh
'Squire?"
"Well Mr. Spriggins, I shall always try to work to your satisfaction
any time you are in need of advice," returned our friend, rising
from the desk and going toward the window.
Mr. Spriggins thought he would soon be ready for "startin'" and also
rose up, in the meantime depositing the before-mentioned wallet in
his waistcoat pocket.
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