Seth. Should think yuh'd want t' set round 'til Pa dies, bein' as yer so sure he's left yuh his property.
Lon. He oughter a left it t' me.
Seth. Well, I'm a tellin' yuh it's mine.
Lon. Yuh ain't got no right t' it. [Mops his head again.] Pa begged yuh t' come an' live with him, offered yuh this fine roof over yer head, an' yuh was too cussed even t' do that fur him. An' now yuh expect he's made yuh his heir.
Seth. I've treated him righter 'an yuh.
Lon. Yuh ain't.
[Suddenly something seems to snap in Seth's brain. He looks as though he were in intense pain.]
Seth [gasping]. Maybe he's left it t' the two o' us!
Lon. What?
Seth. Maybe he's divided the place a 'tween us.