“I more than object,” I cried. “I won’t have it!”
“Hoighty-toighty!” he said. “That’s not the way to go into court. You have a choice, of course; but don’t speak that way to Judge Fetter.”
“No, sir,” I said, restraining myself.
“And you must have somebody else in mind to suggest for the appointment.”
“You are familiar with the situation, Colonel?” I asked. “You knew my grandfather, and you know how he made his will?”
“Humph! I know all about it,” he returned, grimly.
“You are the man to take Lawyer Hounsditch’s place. The co-trustee should be a lawyer, anyway.”
“Well, well, I don’t know about this,” he said, slowly. “You really should have another attorney, then, to appear before Judge Fetter.”
“Jest git it put over, Colonel,” said Ham, eagerly. “Then we kin settle about the trimmings afterward.”
The colonel laughed and took up his hat.