"Why, he only asked 'em for seven hundred the hull outfit, and would give 'em two years, but they bucked—wouldn't look at it."
[Chorus of expletives descriptive of the characters and personal appearance and belongings of the congregation of Swan Creek.]
"Were you there, Bill? What did you do?"
"Oh," said Bill, modestly, "I didn't do much. Gave 'em a little bluff."
"No! How? What? Go on, Bill."
But Bill remained silent, till under strong pressure, and, as if making a clean breast of everything, he said:
"Well, I jest told 'em that if you boys made such a fuss about anythin' like they did about their Gospel outfit, an' I ain't sayin' anythin' agin it, you'd put up seven hundred without turnin' a hair."
"You're the stuff, Bill! Good man! You're talkin' now! What did they say to that, eh, Bill?"
"Well," said Bill, slowly, "they called me!"
"No! That so? An' what did you do, Bill?"
"Gave 'em a dead straight bluff!"
[Yells of enthusiastic approval.]
"Did they take you, Bill?"
