I ain't goin' to shield you because you're my son.

I know jest how set you can be in your own ways, and how you can hang on to your temper.

I've known you ever since you was a baby; you can't teach me anything new about yourself.

I don't know what you did to make Cephas mad, but I know what you've got to do now.

You go and set the men to work on that house again, and then you go over to Cephas Barnard's, and you tell him you're sorry for what you've done.