"But, boy, you're ruined!" ejaculated the farmer. "You can't pay that big price now. An' we don't expect it."
"Didn't you leave your burning fields to come help us save ours?" queried Kurt.
"Sure. But there wasn't much of mine to burn."
"And so did many of the other men who came to help. I tell you, Olsen, that means a great deal to me. I'll pay my debt or—or—"
"But how can you?" interrupted Olsen, reasonably. "Sometime, when you raise another crop like this year, then you could pay."
"The farm will bring that much more than I owe Anderson."
"You'll give up the farm?" exclaimed Olsen.
"Yes. I'll square myself."
"Dorn, we won't take that money," said the farmer, deliberately.
"You'll have to take it. I'll send you a check soon—perhaps to-morrow."