Such was the demand which aroused Nat several hours later, and he sprang up to find himself confronted by a farmer boy of about his own age.
"Hullo, Sam," he answered. "I—I was driving the cow to market and I got so tired I thought I'd take a nap."
"Going to sell the cow?" asked Sam Price.
"Yes, if I can."
"Where?"
"Over to Brookville, if anybody will buy her."
"Jackson the butcher was after cows only day before yesterday."
"Then maybe I'll go and see him."
"You must have got an early start," went on Sam Price.
"I did. But I must hurry along," continued Nat, not caring to answer too many questions. "I slept too long."