"I tell you, there ain't a bit o' use o' your talking," said Shives.
Shives was inclined to be masterful; it was Hartigan who sized up the situation.
Mr. Shives was suffering from illness during the fire and was too weak to be about much.
But after the bits of shives and sticks were subdued, and the knots humbled by use and the washboard, they were good garments.
It was a long speech for Shives and more than once John Higginbotham tried to break in.
Shives came forward in his characteristic way, holding out his hand.
The women used to take it next and comb it through a flax-comb; this got out all the shives and tow.
Shives was a good citizen who did good work at the forge, but he was utterly opposed to all creeds and churches.
"They are just like humans," Hartigan remarked to the "perchers" at Shives's blacksmith shop.
There was more than one fiery dispute among the "perchers" of Shives's shop, where Jim was very fond of dropping in.