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"No, sir," replied he, petulantly, - "I'm not for supper, - but I want to get some supper for myself, if you've anything in this outlandish region fit to eat." "Why, you're a keener. What maybe your name, if I maybe so bold? "Cash, Sir -" replied the stranger. "Well, now, that's not so slow. I reckon your father was a ten dollar note?_" The Stranger resented the joke highly. He stamped on the floor, vociferating" "Order my horse directly, Sir. I allow no man to take such liberties with me." "Oh, unclear ye, if that's your notion, you may eat dirt as soon as you like. I dont ax no odds of no one that comes to my house." The Stranger departed in a pelting storm, and well was it that he did, for there was a set of fellows in the bar room, ready to knock him into the middle of the next week.