“I don’t see what’s the matter with the squire,” said the old man. “He hadn’t ought to leave me that way.”
“Have you got any more business with us, Mr. Starr?” asked Andy.
“No—not as I know on. It’s pretty hard for me to lose all that money.”
“You can try to cheat somebody else out of it,” said Andy, coolly. “I wouldn’t advise you to try us again.”
“You’re a cur’us boy, Andy,” said the old man, as he slowly rose and hobbled off, disappointed.
When Mr. Ross reached home, he found his son Herbert waiting eagerly to interview him.
Herbert knew that his father had set out with Mr. Starr for Andy Gordon’s cottage, and he was anxious to hear just what passed, and whether Andy wasn’t mortified and distressed.
“You’ve got back, pa?” said Herbert, by way of opening the conversation.
“Yes, I’ve got back!” said Mr. Ross, gruffly.
“I suppose Andy wasn’t very glad to see you?” chuckled Herbert.