“I’m of age,” answered Lafe, “and can do what I like.”
“And you think you can work it?”
There was a plain sneer on Lafe’s face.
“I guess I know as much about it as any one around here, even if I haven’t fallen out of one.”
“Maybe your fall’s comin’,” interrupted Bud, with a broad grin.
“Well, settle it between you. We’ll count on one of you. I’ll go to town and tell the other directors.”
“Give it to him—give Lafe the chance if he wants it,” volunteered Bud suddenly and significantly.
“You give up quick enough, I notice,” exclaimed Lafe somewhat nervously. “I reckon you ain’t afraid, are you?”
“Not so you can notice it,” retorted Bud.