The Rainy Day Railroad War. Holman Day

do ye like the smell of those?' When he said it he cracked his old fists under the stranger's nose. An' the stranger gets into the team and goes away. So that's all of it, and none of us knowed what it meant at all.”

      The postmaster darted significant glances round the circle of faces at the stove, and the loungers returned the stare with interest.

      “What did I tell ye?” he demanded.

      “Just as any one might ha' told that lawyer,” said a man, clicking his knife-blade.