"Certainly. Where would ye git the customers, I'd like to know?"
"They'd flock from all parts, of course. Half of Glucom 'ud be here in no time."
"H'm," Zeb sniffed in disgust. "Ye'r mistaken there, Abner. It wouldn't work."
"What'll ye bet?"
"I won't bet. It wouldn't be fair."
"That's not it, Zeb. Ye wouldn't dare to bet, fer ye know ye'd lose."
"Quit ye'r foolin', Abner, an' let's git down to business. Are ye goin' crazy, man, to start store-keepin' in a place like this? Ye can't afford to do sich a thing. If ye have any money to throw away ye'd better keep it fer that trial of yours."
"But I need money, Zeb, an' if I can't git it one way I'll have to try another."
"Well, leave store-keepin' alone."
"I intend to."