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Under these distressing circumstances, which antagonist's interests was Toby Vanderwiller likely to serve? This query vastly disturbed Nan Sherwood. All along she had desired much to help Uncle Henry solve his big problem. The courts would not allow him to cut a stick of timber on the Perkins Tract until a resurvey of the line was made by government-appointed surveyors, and that would be, when?
But by the time he was done it did not look as though the fire in the sawdust would spread far. The clouds were closing up once more and it was again raining, gently but with an insistence that promised a night of downpour, at least. Old Mrs. Vanderwiller had made supper, and insisted upon their eating before starting for Pine Camp.
"Well!" drawled Toby, slyly, "I've hearn tell ye c'd eat a loon, ef 'twas cooked right. But I never tried it." "How do you cook a loon, Mr. Vanderwiller?" asked Nan, interested in all culinary pursuits. "Well, they tell me thet it's some slow process," said the old man, his eyes twinkling.
His old wife and a crippled grandson were dependent on Toby, too. Thus in desperate straits Toby Vanderwiller had accepted help from Gedney Raffer. It was a pitifully small sum Raffer would advance upon the little farm; but it was sufficient to put Toby in the usurer's power. This was the story Nan learned regarding Toby.
Others were evidently minded to increase the trouble between Raffer and Uncle Henry by malicious tale-bearing. Often Nan thought of what Uncle Henry had said to old Toby Vanderwiller.
On this, her first visit to the island in the swamp, Nan said nothing to old Toby Vanderwiller about the line dispute between her uncle and Gedney Raffer, which the old lumberman was supposed to be able to settle if he would. Mrs. Vanderwiller insisted upon Toby's hitching up an old, broken-kneed pony he owned, and taking her over the corduroy road to Pine Camp, where she arrived before dark.
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.
Then she was surprised to see a young man's head set upon a shriveled child's body! Corson Vanderwiller had a broad brow, a head of beautiful, brown, wavy hair, and a fine mustache. He was probably all of twenty-five years old. But Nan soon learned that the poor cripple was not grown in mind, more than in body, to that age. His voice was childish, and his speech and manner, too.
But Nan was wrong on that point, as the reader will see if her further adventures are followed in the next volume of the series, entitled, "Nan Sherwood at Lakeview Hall, or, The Mystery of the Haunted Boathouse." While Nan was still intensely excited over this letter from Scotland, Toby Vanderwiller drove up to the Sherwood house behind his broken-kneed pony.
"Old Toby Vanderwiller tell you what Ged's been blowin' about, Henry?" asked one of the men at the table, busy ladling beans into his mouth with a knife, a feat that Nan thought must be rather precarious, to say the least. "Says he's going to jail me if I go on to the Perkins Tract," growled Uncle Henry, with whom the matter was doubtless a sore subject. "Yaas.
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