He was started now, and he went on hotly, relieving his mind of a good many other little grievances.
"You don't go around asking other men how they expect to meet their obligations a year from now, do you?
Then why should you think you've got a right to butt in on my private business, I'd like to know?
Put my plane in your cow shed and go to work for you! Huh! I've caused you trouble and expense enough, I should think, without saddling myself on you like that.

I appreciate all you have done--but I absolutely will not get under your wing and let you pet and humor me along like you do Mary V.

Why, good golly! You've spoiled and humored her now until I can't do a thing with her! Why, she harps on my staying here at the ranch--under dad's wing, of course!--instead of getting out and making something of myself.

You didn't fool around and let somebody else shoulder your responsibilities, did you?
You didn't let somebody plan for you and dictate to you and do all your thinking--no, you bet your life you didn't! And nobody's going to do it for me, either.

If I haven't got brains enough and guts enough to make good for myself, I'll blow the top of my head off and be done with it." He rose and pushed his chair back with a kick that sent it skating against the wall.