“Perhaps yer will stay here, and perhaps yer won’t,” replied the farmer doggedly.
“There’s no perhaps about it; I intend to stay here.”
“I s’pose yer don’t keer whether I’m willing or not.”
“On the contrary, I do care. I had much rather stay with your consent than without.”
“Well, then, yer won’t stay with my consent.”
“Then I shall stay without it,” answered Somers, with a degree of decision which was exceedingly annoying to his involuntary host.
“No, yer won’t,” growled the farmer.
“I will pay you well for the use of this room, and for all that I eat and drink,” said Somers, wishing to be fully understood.
“Yer can’t stay here.”
“No, yer can’t,” added Tom.