About a week later Scattergood chanced to pass Deacon Pettybone's house, and saw the old gentleman sitting on the front porch, shaping a large piece of wood with a draw-shave. "Afternoon, Deacon," said Scattergood. "Set and rest your legs," said the deacon. "Jest puttin' the finishin' touches on this timber leg of mine." "Sturdy-lookin' leg, Deacon." "Best I ever made.