“Yes, sir,” said Harry.
“I’m rather busy now. Be as quick as you can.”
“My father’s death,” said Harry, his lip quivering a little as he said it, “makes it necessary for me to form some plans about getting along. I was reckoning up yesterday how much we had to start with, when my mother showed me a paper which may be worth something. Probably you will know. So I have brought it along to show you.”
“Where is it?” asked Squire Turner.
Harry drew it out from his pocket, and handed it to the squire.
“I see it’s a land warrant in favor of your grandfather,” he said, after a little examination.
“Yes, sir.”
“Given in return for his services in the war of 1812.”
“Yes, sir. Is it worth anything?”
“Didn’t he ever take up the land?”