"On your way home?"
"No sir, I going to town."
"Why that's too far! That's as far as I walk when I come out myself, and I get something for my trouble." He patted the stuffed bag he carried, and there hung down a little closed claw. It was one of the bobwhites, with its beak hooked bitterly to show it was dead. "Now you go on home, Granny!"
"I bound to go to town, mister." (41-44)
The hunter points out reasons why Phoenix should give up—the distance she has to travel is too great, and she will make no material profit from traveling that distance. Pshaw. Phoenix could care less. She makes no excuses and plays like a champ.