into his huge shoulders, swung about; his pudgy features worked; his expression and his manner changed; his reptilian eyes hardened; he puffed with his breath in gusts.
"Not so fast, my fine gentleman!" he gurgled. "There will be no such deed."
"Go on, Randolph," said my uncle, as though there had been no interruption, "let us get this business over."
"But, Abner," returned the Justice, "it is fool work, the grantor will not sign."
"He will sign," said my uncle, "when you have finished, and seal and acknowledge—go on!"
"But, Abner, Abner!" the amazed Justice protested.
"Randolph," cried my uncle, "will you write, and leave this thing to me?"
And such authority was in the man to impose his will that the bewildered Justice spread out his sheet of foolscap, dipped his quill into the ink and began to draw the instrument, in form and of the parties, as my uncle said. And while he wrote, Abner turned back to the gross old man.
"Wolf," he said, "must I persuade you to sign the deed?"
"Abner," cried the man, "do you take me for a fool?"
He had got his unwieldy body up and defiant in the chair.