ing his head, as he started homeward toward the Gap. Bill laughed silently, but Mayhall had grown grave. The fun was over and he beckoned Bill inside the store.
"Misto Richmond," he said, with hesitancy and an entire change of tone and manner, "I am afeerd I ain't goin' to be able to pay you that little amount I owe you, but if you can give me a little mo' time--"
"Captain Wells," interrupted Bill slowly, and again Mayhall stared hard at him, "as betwixt friends, as have been pussonal friends fer nigh onto twenty year, I hope you won't mention that little matter to me ag'in--until I mentions it to you."
"But, Misto Richmond, Hence Sturgill out thar says as how he heerd you say that if I didn't pay--"
"Captain Wells," interrupted Bill again and again Mayhall stared hard--it was strange that Bill could have formed the habit of calling him "Captain" in so short a time--"yestiddy is not to-day, is it? And to-day is not to-morrow? I axe you--have I said one word about that litt