He tried to explain things, but there are some things
that ain't so easily explained, that I wouldn't hear him. I stick to
my friends, and I expect them to stand by me."
"That's fair, Jake."
"That's the way I look at it. I wonder where them rascals are?"
"You mean Mosely and his friend?"
"Yes. What galls me, Ben, is that they're likely laughin' in their
shoes at the way they've tricked us, and there's no help for it."
"Not just now, Jake, but we may overtake them yet. Till we do, we
may as well take things as easy as we can."
"You're right, Ben. You'mind me of an old man that used to live in
the place where I was raised. He never borrered any trouble, but
when things was contrary, he waited for 'em to take a turn. When he
saw a neighbor frettin', he used to say, 'Fret not thy gizzard, for
it won't do no good.'"
Ben laughed.
"That was good advice," he said.
"I don't know where he got them words from. Maybe they're in the
Bible."
"I guess not," said Ben, smiling. "They don't sound like it."
"Perhaps you're right," said Bradley, not fully convinced, however.
"Seems to me I've heard old Parson Brown get off something to that
effect.
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