"Well, he is going to lose most of his property—or at least, he had to give up what belonged to Dad. The lawyer thinks that will be punishment enough. We thought of prosecuting the bunch, but Dad is in such bad health he didn't want to bother. Besides, one of the crowd, Josiah Crabtree, broke his leg in two places and he will be a cripple for life."
"Serves the rascal right! He had no business to interfere with you, and with that Mrs. Stanhope an' her daughter. I ain't got no sympathy to waste on sech cattle," snorted the straight-minded farmer.
Presently they came in sight of Hope Seminary and Mr. Sanderson drove around to a side door, to interview the housekeeper. Sam walked around to the front, and rang the doorbell, and a maid answered his summons.
"I would like to see Miss Grace Laning," he said. "Or, if she isn't in, her sister, Miss Nellie."
"Yes, sir," and the girl ushered the young collegian into the reception room.
A few minutes later Grace appeared. She looked at Sam in surprise.
"Why, I thought you wrote you'd come next Tuesday," she cried.
"So I did, Grace. But this time I've come about Tom. Have you seen him?"
"Tom? No. Did he come here?"
"I thought he might have come. Mr. Sanderson saw him on the road, headed in this direction."