“You certainly do. You owe me twelve dollars, and as soon as you pay me I’ll get out, and be glad to go!”
“Twelve dollars! I’d like to see myself giving you that much money!” grumbled the farmer. “You ain’t wuth but ten dollars at the most, an’ I won’t pay you that for you busted my mowin’ machine, an’ it’ll take that t’ pay for fixin’ it.”
“That mowing machine was in bad order when you had me take it out,” replied the young fellow, “and you know it. It was simply an accident that it broke, and not my fault in the least.”
“Well, you’ll pay for it, just the same,” was the sneering reply. “Now be off!”
“Not until I get my wages. You agreed to pay me twelve dollars a month, and board me. My month is up to-day, and I want my money. It’s about all I have in the world; I need it.”
“You’ll not get it out of me,” and the farmer turned aside. Evidently he had given up the idea of further chastising his hired man. The presence of Andy and his chums was enough to deter him.
“Mr. Snad, I demand my money!” exclaimed the young farm hand.
“You’ll not get it! Leave my premises! Clear off, all of you,” and he glared at the schoolboys.
“Mr. Snad, I’ll go as soon as you give me my twelve dollars,” persisted the youth, his voice trembling.
“You’ll get no twelve dollars out of me,” snapped the man.