"That's a nice reason for getting a man out of his bed! Besides, it ain't so. There's never been a frost in this county later'n April 3." He snapped his fingers at the boy. "That's how much you know about it."
Ross found it hard to keep down his temper at this discourtesy.
"It's going to freeze, just the same," he retorted.
"Well, let it freeze, and you, too."
The old farmer began to close the door.
"But your fruit'll all be frosted!"
"Save it yourself, then," snapped Jed Tighe and slammed the door.
Ross dug his heels into his pony and started for home. The ride had taken him six miles out of his way and he was anxious to get home to make sure Rex had delivered his message. Still, as he rode, his pony's hoofs seemed to beat out the message:
"Save it yourself, then!"
Why should he?