and bunched up his big beard with his fingers, as he always did

when he was thinking. Presently he took his foot down,

put his hand back in his pocket, and said to me, `Well, Joe, I've got

a double set of harness made for the man who ordered that damned buggy,

and if you like I'll let you have it. I suppose when Bill there

has squeezed all he can out of you I'll stand a show of getting something.

He's a regular Shylock, he is.'

I pushed my hat forward and rubbed the back of my head and stared