"I am on the job still," answered Hiram smiling.
"I was told to ask for Mr. Strong."
"That is my name."
"Then you do run this here Sunnyside Farm?"
"You are correctly informed, sir."
"And they tell me you've grown the biggest crop of corn and the heaviest wheat ever seen on this land," said the bearded man from beyond Pringleton.
"We've done right well here this year."
"Well, well! Well, I've got six calves here, Mr. Stephen Bronson bought and told me to deliver to you."
"All right. Drive down that road beside the barn, if you will. We will unload them at the calf pens."
He jumped upon the wagon at the rear to look at the calves and ride down to the place indicated. All the time he was wondering what would happen if the bewhiskered man should spy Orrin—if the real Orrin Post should confront the young man who claimed that name.