"Then we surely will!" the lad exclaimed.
With Mrs. Morton they sat talking in the kitchen to be farther away from the obnoxious deputy. Two hours passed and there came a ring at the bell. It was Lawyer Bolton and he had succeeded in getting an order from the justice which amounted to a stay in the proceedings. The deputy was ordered to withdraw.
"How do I know this is genuine?" asked the fellow with a sneer, when the paper had been served on him.
"Oh, you'll find it's proper, my man," said Mr. Bolton. "If you like you can call up the sheriff, I have communicated with him. At any rate the house isn't going to be moved. Now you clear out!"
Grumblingly, and with a malevolent look at Frank, the fellow went out.
"This was partly my fault," apologized Mr. Bolton. "I should have been prepared for sharp practice on the part of Callum's representative, but I did not dream he would dare do this. He took advantage of a technicality in the law to get this writ of possession. But it is vacated now, and he can't do anything more until the case comes up for a hearing."
"And then what will happen?" asked Mrs. Morton.
"By that time my father will have the bonds sold and you can pay Professor Callum," said Frank quickly.
There was some further talk and Mr. Bolton left. Then, as it was getting late and Frank did not want to miss getting a trolley car back to school, he took his leave.
"And you must be sure to win!" Gertrude whispered to him.