"Mac, you're a fool," said J. Pinkney Bloom, coldly.
And then Skyland would know J. Pinkney Bloom no more.
J. Pinkney Bloom walked down Cold Branch's main street.
Needless to say J. Pinkney was no product of Georgia soil.
"You'll find the party at the Pinetop Inn," said J. Pinkney Bloom.
J. Pinkney Bloom excused himself, went forward, and stood by the captain at the wheel.
"That's great stuff, ma'am," said J. Pinkney Bloom, enthusiastically, when the poetess had concluded.
Pinkney Bloom) returned to each a deed, duly placed on record, to the best lot, at the price, on hand that day.
"Mac," said J. Pinkney suddenly, "I want you to stop at Cold Branch. There's a landing there that they made to use sometimes when the river was up."
tax, J. Pinkney Bloom (unloving of checks and drafts and the cold interrogatories of bankers) strapped about his fifty-two-inch waist a soft leather belt containing eight thousand dollars in big bills, and said that all was very good.