“You’d better start right off after dinner!” said Rodney in a sneering tone.
CHAPTER III.
A TERRIBLE RESPONSIBILITY.
“Grant, you may go over to the other farm and ask Luke Weldon for the pitchfork he borrowed of me last week. There’s no knowing how long he would keep it if I didn’t send for it.”
“All right, sir.”
“Rodney can walk with you if he wants to.”
“Thank you,” said Rodney, shrugging his shoulders, “but I don’t care to walk a mile and a half for a pitchfork. I’ll go part way, though, to the village.”
The two boys started out together. Rodney looked askance at his companion’s poor clothes.
“You’re foolish not to take the suit I offered you,” he said. “Its a good deal better than yours.”
“I presume it is.”
“Then why don’t you want it?”