“So he would, I make no doubt. He won’t get it from me, I’ll tell you that.”
“Now I must be getting home. I’ve been away a long time.”
When Grant approached the farm-house, Rodney, who was standing in front of the house, hailed him.
“Say, there’s a rod in pickle for you. Grandfather’s awfully mad at your staying so long.”
CHAPTER V.
GRANT ORDERS A NEW SUIT.
Grant listened to what Rodney said, but Mr. Tarbox’s anger did not signify as much to him as it would have done a few hours earlier. The money he possessed made him feel independent.
Seth Tarbox appeared at the door, ready to empty the vials of his wrath on Grant’s devoted head.
“So you’ve been loiterin’ on the way, have you?” he said harshly. “You’ve been twice as long as you need to be.”
“Well, perhaps I have,” Grant admitted coolly.
“So you own up to it, do you?”