"At your age, my boy, you don't know what is best for you. You must allow me to be the judge."
Youth is hot-headed, and the tongue of youth unruly.
"I will not stand for having the ranch rented," Angus repeated. "I am going to stay here and work it, and that's all there is to it."
Mr. Braden frowned at this brusque ultimatum. "I have already made arrangements with Mr. Poole, here, to take it over."
Angus looked at the drooping Mr. Poole and decided that he did not like him.
"I don't care what you have made," he said bluntly. "Renters rip the heart out of a ranch. They take everything from the land and put nothing back; and when they have worked it out they quit. That's not going to happen here, if I know it."
"You don't know what you're talking about," Mr. Poole observed.
"I think I know more about ranching than you do," Angus retorted.
"I was ranching before you was born," Mr. Poole told him loftily.
"Then why haven't you got a ranch of your own, instead of hoboing it around, renting places?" Angus demanded.