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"I regret that I do not
know your name."
"Well, you won't have to suffer long before you find out," said the
fellow. "My name's Robert Wood, or Bob Wood for short."
"Ah! I see," said Quincy. "Robert for long wood and Bob for short wood."
Wood's face grew redder.
"I s'pose you think that's mighty smart makin' fun of folks' names. I
guess there ain't much doubt but what you said what a friend of mine
tells me you did."
Quincy remarked calmly, "Well, what did your friend say I said about
you?"
By this time the loungers in and outside the store had gathered around
the two talkers. Wood seemed encouraged and braced up by the presence of
so many friends. He walked up close to Quincy and said, "Well, my friend
told me that you said there was but one jackass in Eastborough and he
sang bass in the quartette."
Quincy paled a little, but replied firmly, "I never said it, and if your
friend says I did he lies and he knows it."
At this juncture, as if prearranged, Obadiah Strout suddenly emerged
from the grocery store.
"What's the matter, gentlemen?" asked Mr.


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