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“Unless I should have sudden occasion for the money,” said the squire, “I will let it remain. I don't think you need feel any anxiety on the subject.”
With the intention of putting Frank off his guard, Squire Haynes assumed a comparatively gracious tone. This, in the case of any other man, would have completely reassured Frank. But he had a strong distrust of the squire, since the revelation of his character made by his friend Mr. Morton.
“Could you tell me positively?” he asked, still uneasy. “It is only ten days now to the first of July, and that is little enough to raise the money in.”
“Don't trouble yourself,” said the squire. “I said unless I had sudden occasion for the money, because unforeseen circumstances might arise. But as I have a considerable sum lying at the bank, I don't anticipate anything of the kind.”
“I suppose you will give me immediate notice, should it be necessary. We can pay four hundred dollars now. So, if you please, the new mortgage can be made out for half the present amount.”
“Very well,” said the squire carelessly. “Just as you please as to that. Still, as you have always paid my interest regularly, I consider the investment a good one, and have no objection to the whole remaining.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Frank, rising to go.
Frank took his hat, and, bowing to the squire, sought the front door. His face wore a perplexed expression. He hardly knew what to think about the interview he had just had.
“Squire Haynes talks fair enough,” he soliloquized; “and, perhaps, he means what he says. If it hadn't been for what Mr. Morton told me, I should have confidence in him. But a man who will betray a trust is capable of breaking his word to me. I think I'll look round a little, and see if I can't provide for the worse in case it comes.”
Just after Frank left the house, John entered his father's presence.
“What did Frank Frost want of you, father?” he asked.
“He came about the mortgage.”
“Did he want to pay it?”
“No, he wants me to renew it.”
“Of course you refused.”
“Of course I did no such thing. Do you think I am a fool?”
“You don't mean to say that you agreed to renew it?” demanded John, in angry amazement.
Squire Haynes rather enjoyed John's mystification.
“Come,” said he, “I'm afraid you'll never make a lawyer if you're not sharper than that comes to. Never reveal your plans to your adversary. That's an important principle. If I had refused, he would have gone to work, and in ten days between now and the first of July, he'd have managed in some way to scrape together the eight hundred dollars. He's got half of it now.”
“What did you tell him, then?”
“I put him off by telling him not to trouble himself—that I would not foreclose the mortgage unless I had unexpected occasion for the money.”
“Yes, I see,” said John, his face brightening at the anticipated disaster to the Frosts. “You'll take care that there shall be some sudden occasion.”
“Yes,” said the squire complacently. “I'll have a note come due, which I had not thought about, or something of the kind.”
“Oh, that'll be bully.”
“Don't use such low words, John. I have repeatedly requested you to be more careful about your language. By the way, your teacher told me yesterday that you are not doing as well now as formerly.”
“Oh, he's an old muff. Besides, he's got a spite against me. I should do a good deal better at another school.”
“We'll see about that. But I suspect he's partly right.”
“Well, how can a feller study when he knows the teacher is determined to be down upon him?”
“'Feller!' I am shocked at hearing you use that word. 'Down upon him,' too!”
“Very well; let me go where I won't hear such language spoken.”
It would have been well if Squire Haynes had been as much shocked by bad actions as by low language.
This little disagreement over, they began again to anticipate with pleasure the effect of the squire's premeditated blow upon the Frosts.
“We'll come up with 'em?” said John, with inward exultation.
Meanwhile, though the squire was entirely unconscious of it, there was a sword hanging over his own head.
CHAPTER XXXI. SQUIRE HAYNES SPRINGS HIS TRAP
As intimated in the last chapter, Frank determined to see if he could not raise the money necessary to pay off the mortgage in case it should be necessary to do so.
Farmer Maynard was a man in very good circumstances. He owned an excellent farm, which yielded more than enough to support his family. Probably he had one or two thousand dollars laid aside.
“I think he will help me,” Frank said to himself, “I'll go to him.”
He went to the house, and was directed to the barn. There he found the farmer engaged in mending a hoe-handle, which had been broken, by splicing it.
He unfolded his business. The farmer listened attentively to his statement.
“You say the squire as much as told you that he would renew the mortgage?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I wouldn't trouble myself then; I've no doubt he'll do it.”
“He said, unless he should have some sudden occasion for the money.”
“All right. He is a prudent man, and don't want to bind himself. That is all. You know the most unlikely things may happen; but I don't believe the squire'll want the money. He's got plenty in the bank.”
“But if he should?”
“Then he'll wait, or take part. I suppose you can pay part.”
“Yes, half.”
“Then I guess there won't be any chance of anything going wrong.”
“If there should,” persisted Frank, “could you lend us four hundred dollars to make up the amount?”
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