"I'll try and give you satisfaction," said Keith.
The squire appeared pleased. His face relaxed and his tone changed.
"You won't have no trouble," he said good-humoredly. "Not if you're like your father. I told 'em you was his son, an' I'd be responsible for you."
Gordon Keith looked at him with softened eyes. A mention of his father always went to his heart.
"I'll try and give you satisfaction," he said earnestly. "Will you do me a favor?"
"Yes."
"Will you come over to the examination of the school when it opens, and then let me try the experiment of running it my way for, say, two months, and then come to another examination? Then if I do not satisfy you I'll do anything you say; I'll go back to the old way."
"Done," said the trustee, cordially. And so, Gordon Keith won another victory, and started the school under favorable auspices.
Adam Rawson asked him to come and live at his house. "You might give Phrony a few extra lessons to fit her for a bo'din'-school," he said. "I want her to have the best edvantages."
Keith soon ingratiated himself further with the old squire. He broke his young horses for him, drove his wagon, mended his vehicles, and was ready to turn his hand to anything that came up about the place.