"Are they thinkin' of puttin' the Home on that dump?" Zeb asked in surprise.
"That's jist it. An' they want my money to buy the hole, which is a dam sight worse than that old Toefat of the Bible."
"Did they ask you fer the money?"
"Sure. Lawyer Rackshaw is doin' the bizness, an' when he asked me yesterday fer the money, I burnt the end of his nose with the cigar I was smokin'. It was too bad to spoil a good cigar on a thing like that."
"An' what did he do?"
"Nuthin' 'cept tumble backwards on the floor, chair an' all. He got the jolt of his life that time, all right."
"Ye better be careful," Zeb advised. "Lawyer Rackshaw's not likely to fergit a thing like that, an' I've heard say that he never fergives."
"I hope he won't fergit his burnt nose, an' I don't care a blue divil if he doesn't fergive."
"You must like to be in hot water, Abner."
"I don't mind at all, 'specially when others are in with me. I've got a pretty tough skin, an' kin stand more'n most people."