"But what are we going to do about it?" the lawyer asked, now greatly annoyed.
"Do about it?" Abner roared, rising to his feet. "Why, git a decent place, of course. There's lots of land in town fer that Home without puttin' it on top of a stinkin' dump."
"But suppose we can't get any other place?"
"Then come to Ash Pint. If the people of this town are as mean as all that, I'll give 'em all the land they want fer the Home. An' it'll be clean land, too, with a great view, plenty of fresh air, an' the river right near where the youngsters kin swim. That's all I've got to say."
Abner picked up his hat and started for the door when the lawyer detained him.
"Surely you're not going to back down," he coolly remarked.
"Back down! On what?"
"On the offer you made, that is, the money you promised to give for the Home."
"Back down! No! Did ye ever hear of Abner Andrews backin' down? I'm jist buckin' up, that's what I'm doin'. I'm not goin' to give a red cent fer Hen Whittles' stinkin' dump, so you an' the rest of the gang kin chew on that fer a while."
CHAPTER IX