"Farm! Why, that's nothing but a bed of gravel. I wouldn't have it as a gift."
"You wouldn't, eh? But suppose the Government should want that same bed of gravel for ballast, what then?"
Whittles' eyes opened wide, and he looked enquiringly at the lawyer. Light was beginning to dawn upon his mind.
"Oh, I see your game, now," he at length replied. "You hope to get the farm, and turn it over to the Government?"
"Yes, that's just what I expect to do."
"But you'll never do it."
"I won't? And why not?"
"Abner'll not engage you to defend him. He has little use for you, and you should know by this time what a cranky cuss he is."
"Well, if he won't engage me, I shall take up Joe's case."
"Do what?"