"Are you afraid the young fellow will come into property, an' then you'll have to give up too much to the Lord ?" The veins on Doctor Prescott's forehead swelled visibly as he looked at Simon Basset's hateful, bantering face.
"There's another thing I'm willin' to promise," continued Simon Basset.

"If that young feller comes into money, an' gives it away, I'll do more than give away a quarter of my property--I'll believe anything after that.

I'll get religion.

But--I won't agree to do that unless you back me up, doctor.

That ought to induce you--the prospect of savin' a brand from the burnin'; an' if I ain't a brand, I dun'no' who is." "I tell you, sir, I'll have nothing to do with it!" shouted Doctor Prescott.