You know that, of course."
A remark like that always exasperates the hearer. "If that's yer best, I'd
hate to see what yer worst is like," the other flamed. "An' now we're
broke, an' they're goin' to foreclose to-day!" he added. "By golly, mebbe
they've foreclosed already!"
"No, not till eight o'clock," Gilbert's passionless manner was maddening.
"Eight o'clock to-night?" his uncle cried, and leaned so far out of his
chair that he was in danger of falling to the floor.
"Yes," Gilbert said, calmly.
"You're crazy! Don't you know yet that courts don't stay open at night?" He
swung about in his frenzy and disgust.
"This court does. Somebody told the judge where he could get a bottle of
liquor for eighteen dollars," Gilbert added, and smiled.
"So if we don't get ten thousand dollars there by eight o'clock to-night,
we're set out on the bricks without no more home than a prairie dog--not as
much!" almost screamed Uncle Henry. "An' yet you say why talk about it?"
"But it isn't getting us anywhere--just to sit around and complain," his
nephew tried to pacify him, rising, and starting toward him again; but
Uncle Henry didn't want to be so near him, knowing what he was going to say
next.
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