CHAPTER II
A QUARREL IN THE BARNYARD
The sight of Abner Balberry flat on his back, and with the milk flowing over him, was a comical one, and for the instant Nat had to laugh out-right.
"Hi! hi!" roared the farmer. "Git away! Drat the beasts! Now, Nat Nason, jest see what you've done!"
He struggled to his feet, and Nat at once became sober, for he realized that trouble was at hand.
"It's too bad, Uncle Abner——" began the youth.
"Too bad? I should say it was too bad!" cried the farmer. "An' all your fault, too!"
"I can't see how it was my fault. You told me to drive the cow up here."
"Don't tell me, Nat Nason! It's your fault. An' all that fresh milk gone to waste!" Abner Balberry gave a groan. "I don't know most what I'm a-goin' to do with you fer this."
"I can't see how it's my fault."