"I'll tell you. You know my profession."

"I guess I do, pretty much."

"Thus, then--most of these are men of substance; at least they have
enough to turn out a pretty good case each of them--now all you have to
do is to bring suit. I'll do all that, you know, the same as if you did
it yourself. You must lay your damages handsomely, furnish a few
affidavits, put the business entirely in my hands, and--how much is the
value of your goods?"

"Well, I guess they might be worth something over three hundred and
twenty dollars and six shillings, York money."

"Well, give me all the particulars, and I venture to assure you that I
can get five hundred dollars damages at least, and perhaps a thousand.
But of this we can talk more at leisure when you are in safety. Where's
your cart, Bunce?"

"On t'other side of the house--what they've left on it."

"Now, then, while they're busy over the blaze, put your tackle on, hitch
your horse, and take the back track to my clearing; it's but a short
mile and a quarter, and you'll be there in no time. I'll follow in a
little while, and we'll arrange the matter."

"Well, now, lawyer, but I can't--my horse, as you see, having over eat
himself, is struck with the founders and can't budge. I put him in
'Squire Dickens' stable, 'long with his animals, and seeing that he
hadn't had much the day before, I emptied the corn from their troughs