Then he put his money in his pocket and turned away.
"Morn'n' to ye, Mr.Merrick." "Stop a bit," said Uncle John, suddenly.
The agent stopped.
"I believe I paid you ten dollars for Miss Ethel Thompson's services.

Is that correct ?" "Ye--yes, Mr.Merrick." McNutt's heart was in his shoes and he looked guiltily at his accuser, the pale blue eyes bulging fearfully.
"Very well; see that she gets it." "Of course, Mr.Merrick." "And at once.

You may go." McNutt stumped from the barn.

He felt that a dreadful catastrophe had overtaken him.

Scarcely could he restrain the impulse to sob aloud.