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There were five young Gobans who stared curiously upon David as he took his seat at the table. Mrs. Goban was a thin-face, tired looking woman who deferred to her husband in everything. There was nothing else for her to do, as she had found out shortly after their marriage what a brute he was. David was pleased at the presence of the children and he often turned his eyes upon them.
'I would not, said the Goban. 'I have another at home, but I wouldn't sell one or the other. 'You may as well sell it, so long as you have another at home, said the Scotch rogue. 'What will you give for it? says the Goban.
"Now look here," Jim began when they were through with dinner, "I've a big pile of wood out there in the yard, an' I want ye to tote it into the wood-house an' pile it up. I'll show ye where to put it. I'm gittin' mighty little fer yer keep, an' I expect ye to git a hustle on to help pay fer yer grub an' washin'." "Don't be too hard on him, Jim," Mrs. Goban remarked. "He doesn't look very strong."
It was an incident of only a passing moment, and mattered little more to them than if it had been a horse or a cow which had been sold instead of a poor feeble old man. It was the custom which had been going on for years, and it was the only way they could see out of the difficult problem of dealing with paupers. When Jim Goban reached home with his purchase, dinner was ready.
And as to the people in the towns, they don't care for such things now, they are too corrupted with drink." "The Goban was the master of sixteen trades. There was no beating him; he had got the gift.
"Bori" in Southern Arabia popularly means a water-pipe: here it is used for tobacco. "Goban" is the low maritime plain lying below the "Bor" or Ghauts, and opposed to Ogu, the table-land above. "Ban" is an elevated grassy prairie, where few trees grow; "Dir," a small jungle, called Haija by the Arabs; and Khain is a forest or thick bush.
"Himself and his son were walking the road together one day, and the Goban said to the son 'Shorten the road for me. So the son began to walk fast, thinking that would do it, but the Goban sent him back home when he didn't understand what to do.
When his eyes rested upon the form of David huddled there, he gave a half-suppressed cry, and brushing the men aside, dropped upon his knees by the old man's side. "Is he dead?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. "Dead as a door nail," Jim Goban replied. "Guess he's been dead fer some time by the look of things. Mighty bad piece of business this, I call it." "Do you suppose he was killed?"
It isn't natural for a big company with unlimited means to throw away money on an old man like that just for charity." "How's Jim Goban feeling these days?" Andy asked. "I haven't seen him of late." "He's a very sick man," Billy Goban answered, at which they all laughed. "He curses himself every minute day and night for letting Crazy David out of his clutches.
And the Goban said he would do that when he had finished the castle, but he could not finish it without some tool he had left at home. And they must send the lord's son for it for he said it would not be given to any other one.
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