"I know it, but it makes it harder for one to obtain justice, especially as in this case, when the boy's father is squire."
"I suppose that is so," said Mr. Larkins. "What was the trouble?"
"It's rather a long story, sir, but I'll tell it if you care to listen."
All were more than willing, and Ralph related his trials as the boat sped on its way. He had three close listeners.
"It's too bad!" cried the young lady. "Uncle Will, cannot you help Mr. Nelson recover damages from the Paget boy?"
"I don't know but what I can. Still, my evidence may not be sufficient to prove him guilty."
"I won't bother you to do it," said Ralph. "The glass is in again and paid for, so let it rest. But if he ever tries to do us harm again I'll tell him what I know."
"Do so, and I will give you my address, in case you need my testimony," returned Ralph's patron.
On Friday Ralph was idle, so far as boating was concerned, but he put in a full day in the vegetable garden attached to the cottage, and, as the place needed attention on account of the many weeds, the day was far from lost. On Saturday he went out with several gentlemen, and they liked his treatment so well that they gave him a dollar extra, which, with what Mr. Larkins had given him and his regular wages, made his income for the week nine dollars and a half.
"That's not bad, is it, mother?" he said, as he placed the money in his parent's lap.