"I reckoned," pursued Toby, "that you was right crazy about that
there bug. One bug's as bad as another to my way of thinkin'.
But it seems that Chicago feller thinked dif'rent."
"It really was one of the very rare death's-head moths?" cried
Nan, delighted.
"So he said. And he was willin' ter back up his belief with cold
cash," declared Toby, smiting his leg for emphasis. "He paid us
harnsome for it; and he said he'd take a lot more spec'mens if
"Har! Here ye be, Hen," he added, breaking off to greet Nan's
uncle. "I got suthin' to say to you. I kin say it now, for I
ain't beholden ter nobody. With what me and the ol' woman had
scrimped and saved, an' what this feller from Chicago give
Corson, I done paid off my debt to ol' Ged Raffer, an' the little
farm's free and clear."
"I'm glad to hear it, Tobe," Uncle Henry declared, shaking hands
with the old lumberman again. "I certain sure am glad to hear
it! I'm pleased that you shouldn't have that worry on your mind
any longer."
"And it has been a worry," said Old Toby, shaking his head.
"More'n you think for. Ye see, it snarled me all up so's I
warn't my own master."
"I see."
"Ye see, Ged was allus after me to go inter court an' back up his
claim ag'in you on that Perkins Tract.
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