"Look a here, cuff, to-morrow is stage day agin."
"I know it," said Jube. "The doctor stopped here and told me."
"He did?"
"Yes."
"Well, why didn't you take the hint?"
Jube looked at Tom, with a languid question in his eyes.
"Pick up your money, jump on the top of the stage, and dash away after Paul. That's what he meant by coming here."
"Ha! ha! what that?" cried Jube, starting to his feet.
"Now, don't go off the handle; but pack up your bundle, and be off in the morning. What are you skeered about? What's the use of working when you've got lots an' lots of cash? Just up and go after Paul. He's breaking his heart, and so are you; besides, this old house is enough to set a feller crazy. I couldn't stand it. Just up and go; that's my advice. The doctor'll make it all right with the old woman."
"But the animals—the poor cow and the birds—who feed them when Jube gone?"