“Shut up, you fool!” he commanded. “Go on, Dannie.”
“Well, they ran a railroad line up through the gap an’ stopped at the upper end of the potato lot.”
It was out at last, much to Dannie’s relief. When Abner Pickett spoke again, his voice was as quiet and steady as though he were discussing nothing of greater moment than crops or cattle.
“Do it to-day, did they?” he asked.
“Yes,” replied Dannie, “to-day.”
“Set their stakes?”
“Yes, set their stakes.”
“Anything done to prevent ’em?”
“Why, no. I couldn’t do anything. I told ’em that they would never build their railroad, though.”
“Laughed at you, didn’t they?”