Part 47 (2/2)
”You're in luck to get such a friend. Say, do you think he would lend you a hundred dollars if you were hard up?”
”I know he would. By the way, Hector, is there any news? How is my uncle?”
”I think the old man is worrying on account of his mortgage.”
”Who holds it?”
”The squire. They do say he is goin' to foreclose. That'll be bad for the old man. It'll nigh about break his heart I expect.”
”Can't uncle raise the money to pay him?”
”Who is there round here who has got any money except the squire?”
”That's so.”
”Where are you goin' to stop, Jeff?”
”I guess I'll stop at the tavern tonight, but I'll go over and call on uncle this evening.”
CHAPTER XXV.
JEFFERSON PETTIGREW'S HOME.
News spreads fast in a country village. Scarcely an hour had pa.s.sed when it was generally known that Jefferson Pettigrew had come home from Montana with a few hundred dollars in money, bringing with him a rich boy who could buy out all Burton. At least that is the way the report ran.
When the two new arrivals had finished supper and come out on the hotel veranda there were a dozen of Jefferson Pettigrew's friends ready to welcome him.
”How are you, Jefferson, old boy?” said one and another.
”Pretty well, thank you. It seems good to be home.”
”I hear you've brought back some money.”
”Yes, a few hundred dollars.”
”That's better than nothing. I reckon you'll stay home now.”
”I can't afford it, boys.”
”Are ye goin' back to Montany?”
”Yes. I know the country, and I can make a middlin' good livin' there.”
”I say, is that boy thats with you as rich as they say?”
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