"You have no medical attendance?"
"Not since I left the hospital. But I imagine this pure, bracing air is better for me than a dozen doctors," was the cheerful reply.
"And what are your future plans?"
The young man smiled. He was little more than a boy, but his questioner noticed that he had a fine manly face and his eye was clear and steadfast.
"Nothing further than to get to work again as soon as I am able to undertake it," he said.
Uncle John looked thoughtfully, and drummed with his finger upon the little table.
"Joseph," he remarked, presently, "I bought this farm at a price altogether too small, considering its value."
The boy flushed.
"Please do not say that!" he exclaimed, hastily. "I am well aware that I virtually robbed you, and my only excuse is that I believed I would win my fight and be able to redeem the place. But that is over now, and you must not think that because I am ill and helpless I am an object of charity."
"Phoo!" said the little man; "aren't you accepting charity from Old
Hucks?"