he had to do—what did you call it, Dillworth?—'hell's work.'"
"And why not," replied Dillworth, "if you get the things you want by it?"
"There are several reasons," said Abner, "and one is that it requires a certain courage. Hell's work is heavy work, Dillworth, and the weakling who goes about it is apt to fail."
Dillworth laughed. "King David didn't fail, did he?"
"He did not," replied Abner; "but David, the son of Jesse, was not a coward."
"Well," said Dillworth, "I shall not fail either. My hands are not trained to war like this, but they are trained to lawsuits."
"You got this wedge of land on which your house is built by a lawsuit, did you not?" said Abner.
"I did," replied Dillworth; "but if men do not exercise ordinary care they must suffer for that negligence."
"Well," said Abner, "the little farmer who lived here on this wedge suffered enough for his. When you dispossessed him he hanged himself in his stable with a halter."
"Abner," cried Dillworth, "I have heard enough about that. I did not take the man's life. I took what the law gave me. If a man will buy land and not look up the title it is his own fault."
"He bought at a judicial sale," said Abner, "and he believed the court would not sell him a defective