Link counted over his wages. They were all right.
“Now I’ll get my things and go,” he said, calmly.
“And don’t you ever come around askin’ me for a job,” warned his former employer.
“I guess there isn’t much danger,” spoke Tom, quietly. “Come on, fellows. I’m hungry enough to eat two of Kelly’s steaks.”
They followed Andy, who again lightly leaped the fence into the road. Link went on toward the house to pack up his few belongings. He waved his hand toward the boys, and they waved back. They hardly expected to see him again, and certainly Andy Blair never dreamed of the strange part the young farmer would play in his coming life at Yale. Such odd tricks does fate play upon us.
The Milton lads swung on down the road in the direction of Churchtown. It was early evening by now.
“Some doings!” commented Chet as he slipped his arm into that of Andy.
“I should say!” exclaimed Ben. “Andy, you took the right action that time.”
“Well, I just couldn’t bear to see that chap, with his arm in a sling, being beaten up by that brute of a farmer,” was the reply. “It got my dander up.”