Part 23 (2/2)

”Three.”

”You can give me one of these, and I will consider it an equivalent for the thirty dollars.”

”Do you require this?” asked the farmer, uneasily.

”Yes; unless you have some other satisfactory arrangement to propose.”

”I am afraid I have nothing else which you would regard as satisfactory.

The loss of a cow will diminish my income. Instead of three, I ought to have four or five. I shouldn't like to be reduced to two.”

”Very likely not; but an honest man is willing to make a sacrifice in order to meet his just liabilities. Besides, you expect to have the money, you say, in a couple of months. When it has come, you may have your cow back, on paying two months' interest on the deferred payment.

That is only fair.”

”Say no more, Squire Hudson,” said the farmer. ”I must, of course, consent to this arrangement since you insist upon it. How soon do you wish for the cow?”

”You had better let your son Walter drive it over this afternoon.”

”He is losing no time,” thought Mark Nelson, bitterly. ”He does not even appear to be willing that I should have the benefit of this night's milking.”

”You may send me Whiteface,” continued Squire Hudson, who knew that this was the most valuable of the three cows.

”That is my best cow,” protested the farmer ”That makes little difference, as you expect to redeem it in two months.”

Mark Nelson was silent. He felt indignant with Squire Hudson for his cruel exaction; but he felt that he was in his power, and that he must submit to his exactions.

”You will attend to this matter?” asked the squire, as he rose and prepared to go.

”Yes,” answered the farmer, coldly.

When his creditor was gone he went into the kitchen and acquainted the family with what had pa.s.sed. Great were the grief and indignation of the children, and Walter expressed a desire that Squire Hudson might lose all his property as a fitting reward for his meanness.

”Heaven help me if I can't meet the next interest!” said Mark Nelson, later in the day, to his wife.

”Don't be too much troubled about the future, Mark,” said his wife, who was of a more hopeful temperament than her husband; ”I am sure that you will get some help from Tom before six months are over.”

”I hope so,” answered her husband; but for the rest of the day he was very grave.

Walter drove over Whiteface, at his father's request; but he came near crying, stout boy as he was, at the loss of the faithful animal which his father had reared from a calf.

CHAPTER XX.

AT SACRAMENTO.

After his escape from the grizzly Tom had no further adventures of an exciting character. One afternoon he and his companions arrived at Sacramento. It was but a small settlement, but was more town-like than any place they had yet seen in California. They drove to a two-story frame building, which was the chief hotel in the town. Taking the precaution to inquire the price of board and lodging, they were dismayed by the extravagance of the charges. Tom saw that his reserve fund of twenty dollars would scarcely last him forty-eight hours.

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