CHAPTER XXVI

ANOTHER LESSON ON TOBACCO





THE old man had stuck his cob pipe in a pocket and filled his mouth
with a chew of tobacco.

He walked by Percy's buggy with the tobacco juice drizzling from the
corners of his mouth, and turned down the road toward the house.

Percy finished boring the hole and then returned to the buggy.

"Christ, that old man eats tobacco like a beast!" exclaimed the
driver as Percy approached.

"Are you speaking to me?" asked Percy.

"Why, certainly."

"That is not my name, please," admonished Percy, "but I can tell