"Here they are!" he exclaimed joyfully. "Every last one of them is here!"
"Then the sophs must have been to both places where we had them."
"Yes, but it's all the better for us. We'll now be—"
Foster stopped abruptly as the farmer that owned the buildings appeared in the doorway and for a moment stared blankly at them.
"Good morning," said Will cheerfully. "We're here after these canes."
"So I see," replied the farmer. "The freshmans didn't find ye out, then?"
"It's all right," responded Will glibly. "How much are we to pay you?"
"They paid me last night. I guess 'twas 'beout right. I don't want nothin' more."
"We've tumbled your hay over more than we thought," said Will, as he thrust a bill into the man's hand.
"I don't know 'beout it," drawled the farmer, nevertheless thrusting the money into his pocket. "Putty good pay, but I don't know but I might's well take it."