"You made the cows git frightened."
"No, I didn't."
"Don't tell me! Don't you know that milk is worth money?"
"Yes, but——"
"You scart thet cow out o' her wits," went on the farmer, his rage growing as he looked at the spilt milk. "Nat Nason, I tell you, you're a bad boy!"
To this the youth made no reply.
"I'm a-goin' to teach ye a lesson fer it!"
"Shall I milk Jule?"
"Yes, an' mind ye don't spill a drop nuther!"
Silently Nat went to work, and milked not only the new cow but also two of the others. By this time milking was over, and the lacteal fluid was carried to the spring-house to cool. Then the cows were allowed to wander down to the pasture for the night.