“It wasn’t cheeky at all,” interrupted the real estate dealer. “As I told Runnell, this is my land, and I won’t have none o’ ye on it.”
“Won’t you let me in to warm myself?”
“No.”
“Then all I’ve got to say, Hiram Skeetles, is that you are a brute.”
“I don’t want none o’ your talk, Fred Rush.”
“You claim to own this island, but we don’t think so, any more than we think you own the old Anderson claim.”
This latter remark appeared to make Hiram Skeetles furious.
“Bringin’ that up again, eh?” he shouted. “I reckon as how them Westmore boys set ye up to it. But I know what’s mine, and I intend to keep it. Now you clear out, and be mighty quick about it.”
“What will you do if I don’t go?”
“I’ll make it warm, I can tell ye that!”