"You see your
way to goin' inter court an' talkin' right, and you won't lose
nothin' by it, Tobe."
"Huh? Only my self-respect, I s'pose," grunted the old
lumberman, and Nan approved very much of him just then.
"Bah!" exclaimed Raffer.
"Bah, yourself!" Toby Vanderwiller returned with some heat. "I
got some decency left, I hope. I ain't goin' to lie for you, nor
no other man, Ged Raffer!"
"Say! Would it be lyin' ef you witnessed on my side?" demanded
the eager Raffer.
"That's my secret," snapped the old lumberman. "If I don't
witness for you, be glad I don't harm you."
"You dare!" cried Raffer, shaking his fist at the other as he
leaned from the buggy seat.
"You hearn me say I wouldn't go inter court one way or 'tother,"
repeated Toby, gloomily.
"Wal," snarled Raffer, "see't ye don't see't ye don't.
'Specially for any man but me. Ye 'member what I told ye, Tobe.
Money's tight and I oughter call in that loan."
Toby was silent for half a minute. Then Nan heard him sigh.
"Well, Ged," he observed, "it's up to you. If you take the place
it'll be the poorhouse for that unforchunit boy of mine and mebbe
for the ol' woman, 'specially if I can't strike a job for next
winter. These here lumber bosses begin to think I'm too stiff in
the j'ints.
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