"She may not be worth any more to you, and so you won't mind my taking her back."
"Taking her back!" ejaculated the squire.
"Certainly; it was agreed that I could redeem her at any time, by paying you the thirty dollars and interest."
"Not after two months," said the squire, hastily.
"It is not two months. It was only six weeks yesterday. The fact is, squire, I've come for Whiteface, and I've got the money for you."
"Have you heard from Tom?" asked the squire, with a blank look of disappointment.
"Yes; I heard from him yesterday."
"And he sent you some money?"
"Yes; he reports that he is doing well."
"Did he send you thirty dollars?"