“Well, but if he couldn’t get possession?”
“Then try to compromise for one half. Then for a quarter. Then for what he could get.”
“Very good. Now what would be your advice to A?”
“A is my client?”
“Yes, we’ll suppose so.”
Spitting and throwing away his straw, Mr. Byron Dinks said with a laugh, “My advice to A would be to pocket the money and say nothing about it; keep possession, any way; fight for it.”
“Thank you,” said the deacon, with quiet irony in his tones. “Now we know what the law is on this subject, boys.”
“I don’t see, for my part, that it differs very much from common sense,” remarked the simple-minded Mr. Pipkin, “only it takes more words to git at it.”
“I’m sure,” said the squire, “my nephew has given you all the law there is to govern such cases, and good advice to his clients. ’T ain’t his fault if people can’t understand him.”
“I guess we all understand the main point, now we’ve got at it,” said Deacon Chatford. “Hang on to your money, Jack.”