“What, did you hear of that?” asked Silas in surprise.
“Yes,” nodded Andy.
“Well, that put things in bad shape for the family, but they are coming back soon, and in the meantime I tend to the sheep in the pasture lot. Lucky they had moved the old shed over there for storm shelter before the house and barns burned down.”
“What shed?” asked Andy, with a quick start.
“The one that stood under the old elm tree. Don’t you remember? Why, it was the shed you changed your clothes in.”
“What!” shouted Andy, jumping to his feet in intense excitement; “that shed wasn’t burned down?”
“Ain’t I telling you? They moved it over to the pasture on skids two weeks before the fire.”
“And it is there now?”
Andy felt like making a rush at once at the great hopeful news Silas had told. The latter had grabbed his arm.