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Here ye be, Hen," he added, breaking off to greet Nan's uncle. "I got suthin' to say to you. I kin say it now, for I ain't beholden ter nobody. With what me and the ol' woman had scrimped and saved, an' what this feller from Chicago give Corson, I done paid off my debt to ol' Ged Raffer, an' the little farm's free and clear."
Robert Sherwood, his own eyes twinkling, "you are in some trouble right now, I believe, Hen?" "Sho! You've got me there," boomed his brother with a great laugh. "But there aren't many reptiles like old Ged Raffer. And we can thank a merciful Creator for that. I expect there are just a few miserly old hunks like Ged as horrible examples to the rest of us."
Reckon I owe him a good turn," he muttered. Nan heard this, though Tom did not, and her heart leaped. She hoped that Toby would feel sufficient gratitude to help Uncle Henry win his case against Gedney Raffer. But, of course, this was not the time to speak of it. When the old lumberman heard about the fire in the sawdust he was quite as excited as the young folk had been.
"Ef you know which side of your bread the butter's on, you'll side with me," he said. "We don't often have butter on our bread, an' I ain't goin' ter side with nobody," grumbled Toby Vanderwiller. "S-s!" hissed Raffer. "Come here!" Toby stepped closer to the rattletrap carriage. "You see your way to goin' inter court an' talkin' right, and you won't lose nothin' by it, Tobe." "Huh?
Will cable from other side. Expect happy meeting in spring. R. and J. Sherwood." "They got a good start," commented Uncle Henry, putting all thought of his quarrel with Ged Raffer behind him at once. "We'll hope they have a safe voyage. Now! Where are those boys of mine?" The town of Hobart Forks was by no means a lumber town.
"I know," said his father. "I had a mess of words with Ged Raffer. That delayed me." "You ought to give him the back of your hand, and say no more about it," declared Tom, in a tone that showed he warmed in his bosom the family grudge against the fox-faced man. "Here's your Cousin Nan, Tom," said his father, without making rejoinder to the young man's observation.
That visit to the lumber camp was memorable for Nan Sherwood in more ways than one. Her adventure with the lynx she kept secret from her relatives, because of the reason given in the previous chapter. But there was another incident that marked the occasion to the girl's mind, and that was the threat of Gedney Raffer, reported to her Uncle Henry.
She could write to Momsey, and did that, too; not forgetting to tell her absent parents about old Toby Vanderwiller, and his wife and his grandson, and of their dilemma. If only Momsey's great fortune came true, Nan was sure that Gedney Raffer would be paid off and Toby would no longer have the threat of dispossession held over him. Nan Sherwood wrote, too, to Mr.
Challenge me to a game of cat's cradle? Or does he want to settle the business at draughts, three best out o' five?" "Now you know dern well, Hen," said the other, as some of the listeners laughed loudly at Mr. Sherwood's sally, "that old Ged Raffer will never lock horns with you 'ceptin' it's in court, where he'll have the full pertection of the law, and a grain the best of it into the bargain."
Every month they lay there decreased their value. And now, it appeared, Gedney Raffer was doing all in his power to influence old Toby to serve as a witness in his, Raffer's, interests. Had toby been willing to go into court and swear that the line of the Perkins Tract was as Mr.
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