“He certainly did,” put in Mrs. Hawkins.
“Well, what was the old tree worth?”
“Fifty dollars an’ more.”
“Hardly,” put in Leo. “You said only day before yesterday you were going to cut it down for firewood, because it was so rotted.”
“Shet up, boy!” howled Daniel Hawkins. “The tree is wuth fifty dollars an’ more.”
“I’ll pay you ten dollars,” said Barton Reeve.
“You’ll pay fifty.”
“Not a cent over ten. The tree is not worth five.”
“I’ll have the law on yer fer trespass!”
“All right; if you want to sue, I guess we can stand it,” was the circus man’s cool response.