"But, Abner, are you crazy?"
"Crazy, be hanged! Leave me alone, can't ye?"
"Oh, it's you, Mr. Andrews, is it?" the chairman remarked.
"Yes, it's me all right."
"And you wish to give one thousand dollars?"
"That's what I said."
"Well, then, will you please step forward and sign your name?"
"Oh, that feller waggin' the pen kin do it better'n me. Jist tell him to put Abner Andrews, of Ash Pint, down fer a thousand."
"But we would prefer to have your own signature," the chairman insisted. "It is always customary in cases such as this."
"Are ye afraid that I'll back out, an' won't pay?"