Caleb, however, was allowed to think it real money, and fully prepared, he called at his own—the Pogue house—the next day, knocked, and walked in.
"Good morning, father," said Saryann, for she had some decency and kindness.
"What do you want here?" said Dick savagely; "bad enough to have you on the place, without forcing yerself on us day and night."
"Hush now, Dick; you forget—"
"Forget—I don't forget nothin'," retorted Dick, interrupting his wife. "He had to help with the chores an' work, an' he don't do a thing and expects to live on me."
"Oh, well, you won't have me long to bother you," said Caleb sadly, as he tottered to a chair. His face was white and he looked sick and shaky.
"What's the matter, father?"
"Oh, I'm pretty bad. I won't last much longer You'll be quit o' me before many days."
[492] "Big loss!" grumbled Dick.
"I—I give you my farm an' everything I had—"