"I thought you intended to pay the money in a year," said the squire sharply.
"So I do," said Tom, and he began to think more favorably of the plan.
"In that case your father wouldn't suffer."
"You are right, sir. If father would only consent to do so, I would be happy. But I might die."
"Your father would have to take the risk of that. You can't expect me to."
This seemed fair enough, and, in fact, the danger didn't seem very great to Tom. He was about sixteen; and to a boy of sixteen death seems very far off, provided he is strong and vigorous, as Tom was. He rapidly decided that the squire's offer was not to be refused without careful consideration. It opened to him a career which looked bright and promising. Once in California, what could he not do? Tom was hopeful and sanguine, and did not allow himself to think of failure.
"I understand that you are willing to advance the money, Squire Hudson?" he said, determined to know just what to depend upon.
"I will advance two hundred dollars, on condition that your father will secure me by an increased mortgage. It is no particular object to me, for I can readily invest the money in some other way."
"I will speak to father about it, Squire Hudson, and meanwhile I am thankful to you for making the offer."
"Very well. Let me know as soon as possible," said the squire carelessly.