“Somehow I don’t like Rodney,” said Grant to himself as he walked along. “He seems anxious to have his grandfather die in order to get hold of the property. I wouldn’t want to feel that way about anybody, though money would be very acceptable.”
Grant walked a mile farther till he reached the farm. Luke Weldon, who had taken it on shares, was in the yard.
“Well, Grant, have you come to see me?” he asked with a good-natured smile.
“Yes, Mr. Weldon. Mr. Tarbox wants his pitchfork, which you borrowed last week.”
“Was the old man afraid he wouldn’t get it back?”
“Perhaps so.”
“He doesn’t mean to let anybody get the advantage of him. Well, come to the barn with me, and I’ll give it to you.”
Grant followed Luke to the barn, and received the borrowed article.
“It beats all how suspicious Seth Tarbox is,” continued Luke. “You know I run this farm on shares. The old man is dreadfully afraid I shall cheat him in the division of the crop. He comes over spying round from time to time. How do you like working for him?”
“Not at all,” answered Grant bluntly.