“Jedwort said this, wagging his obstinate old head, and grinning with his face turned up pugnaciously at the Deacon; then went to work again as if he had settled the question, and didn't wish to discuss it any further. “As for Talcott, he was too full of wrath and boiling indignation to answer such a speech. He knew that Jedwort had managed to get the start of him with regard to the rails, by mixing a few of his own with those he had stolen, so that nobody could tell 'em apart; and he saw at once that the meeting-house was in danger of going the same way, just for want of an owner to swear out a clear title to the property. He did just the wisest thing when he swallowed his vexation, and hurried off to alarm the leading men of the two societies, and to consult a lawyer. “'He'll stir up the old town like a bumblebee's nest,' says Jedwort. 'Hurry up, boys, or there'll be a buzzin' round our ears 'fore we git through!' “'I wish ye wouldn't, pa!' says Dave, 'Why don't we 'tend to our own business, and be decent, like other folks? I'm sick of this kind of life.' “'Quit it, then,' says Jedwort. “'Do you tell me to quit it?' says Dave, dropping the end of a rail he was handling. “'Yes, I do; and do it dumbed quick, if ye can't show a proper respect to your father!” “Dave turned white as a sheet, and he trembled as he answered back, 'I should be glad to show you respect, if you was a man I could feel any respect for.' “At that Jedwort caught hold of the iron bar that was sticking in the ground, where he had been making a hole for a stake, and pulled away at it. 'I'll make a stake-hole in you!' says he. 'It's enough to have a sassy hired man round, without bein' jawed by one's own children!' “Dave was out of reach by the time the bar came out of the ground. “'Come here, you villain!' says the old man. “'I'd rather be excused,' says Dave, backing off. 'I don't want any stake-holes made in me to-day. You told me to quit, and I'm going to, You may steal your own meeting-houses in future; I won't help.' “There was a short race. Dave's young legs proved altogether too smart for the old waddler's, and he got off. Then Jedwort, coming back, wheezing and sweating, with his iron bar, turned savagely on me. “I've a good notion to tell you to go too!' “'Very well, why don't ye?' says I. 'Im ready.' “'There's no livin' with ye, ye're gettin' so dumbed sassy! What I keep ye for is a mystery to me.' “'No, it a'n't; you keep me because you can't get another man to fill my place. You put up with my sass for the money I bring ye in.' “'Hold your yawp,' says he, 'and go and git another load of rails. If ye see Dave, tell him to come back to work.' “I did see Dave, but, instead of telling him to go back, I advised him to put out from the old home and get his living somewhere else. His mother and Maria agreed with me; and when the old man came home that night Dave was gone.