Many Ann!" he called as his wife came out of the
door. "Here's the big man from Vergennes who tossed the purty slaver."
"I see it is," she answered. "Ain't ye comin' in?"
"We've been moving a man to Hopedale and shall have to spend the night
somewhere in this neighborhood," said Samson. "Our horses are played
out."
"If you try to pass this place I'll have ye took up," said Peasley.
"There's plenty of food in the house an' stable."
"Look here-that's downright selfish," said his wife, "If we tried to keep
you here Henry Brimstead would never forgive us. He talks about you
morning, noon and night. Any one would think that you was the Samson that
slew the Philistines."
"How is Henry?" Samson asked.
"He married my sister and they're about as happy as they can be this
side the river Jordan," she went on. "They've got one o' the best farms
in Tazewell County and they're goin' to be rich. They've built 'em a
splendid house with a big spare room in it. Henry would have a spare room
because he said that maybe the Traylors would be comin' here to visit 'em
some time.
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