"Your husband," explained Thorne unblushingly, "has the most money. Each will, however, be provided with an opportunity for contributing according to his ability. I'll borrow a team from one and a plow from another; the man who can't spare either can lend me a mower. In addition to this I'll have to arrange a second loan."
"Do you mean to stay with it?" Hunter asked.
"Give me a show and I'll convince you," Thorne assured him with a sudden intentness in his eyes. "I'm dead serious now."
Hunter looked at him quietly for a minute or two before he answered.
"Then," he said, "I'll guarantee you for a thousand dollars, payable after harvest."
Thorne thanked him and presently strolled away to get something out of his wagon. When he disappeared Florence turned to her husband.
"Elcot," she protested, "you are going to throw every dollar of that money away."
"I'm far from sure of it," returned Hunter quietly.
"In any case, it's only a few days since you told me you couldn't face the expense when I said that I wanted to spend a month in Toronto this spring."
"I should like to point out that you spent a good deal of the winter in Montreal."