“You’re a good champion in the nick of time,” declared Glen. “I wanted to see you, so I took the liberty of sending for you.”
“Why didn’t you come up to the house?”
“Oh, no! no!----” began Glen with a start. “That is--I don’t go to town much. I’ve got some money for you. There are ten dollars. I’ll have the balance Saturday.”
Ralph accepted the bank bills which Glen extended.
“I’ll hand this to Mr. Fry,” he said. “You don’t need to pay it now, though, Glen.”
“Oh, yes, I want to get out of debt as fast as I can.”
“You’re starting out the right way to do it. Pretty quick action you got on your chicken deal, it seems to me.”
“Oh, that was luck,” explained Glen, brightening up. “There was one special lot among the chickens, about twenty-four of them. They were in a tier of the car that wasn’t battered in the smash up. We got them all out safe and sound. They are of a rare breed--they call them Blue Cochins.”
“Valuable?”
“I didn’t know till after we got them down to the farm. A man driving by noticed them. They have black eyes instead of the usual red ones, and he said they were very scarce. The next day he came down and offered me five dollars each for two settings of their eggs. Think of it--nearly a half a dollar an egg. I delivered them yesterday, and the man said there are any number of people who would buy the eggs if they knew I had them, and about the choice breed.”