“Why?”
“Because your face and attitude clearly indicate that you are over tired. Believe me, you do yourself wrong if you refuse.”
“In what way would changing creditors rest me?”
“I thought perhaps you were owing some one who needed the money. I am not a rich man, but I have no one save myself to provide for and I have funds lying idle that I would be glad to use for you. If you make a point of it, when you are rested, you can repay me.”
“My creditor needs the money, but I should prefer owing him rather than a perfect stranger. What you suggest would help me not at all. I must go now.”
“Very well,” said the Harvester. “If you will tell me whom to ask for and where you live, I will come to see you to-morrow and bring you some pamphlets. With these and with a little help you soon can earn any amount a girl is likely to owe. It will require but a little while. Where can I find you?”
The Girl hesitated and for the first time a hint of colour flushed her cheek. But courage appeared to be her strong point.
“Do you live in this part of the country?” she asked.
“I live ten miles from here, east of Onabasha,” he answered.
“Do you know Henry Jameson?”