CHAPTER XXXIV.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
Harry at once showed Ferguson the letter he had received.
"What are you going to do about it ?" asked his friend.
"I should like to buy the paper, but I don't see how I can.

Mr.
Anderson wants two thousand dollars cash." "How much have you got ?" "Only five hundred." "I have seven hundred and fifty," said Ferguson, thoughtfully.
Harry's face brightened.
"Why can't we go into partnership ?" he asked.
"That is what we spoke of once," said Ferguson, "and it would suit me perfectly; but there is a difficulty.

Your money and mine added together will not be enough." "Perhaps Mr.Anderson would take a mortgage on the establishment for the balance." "I don't think so.

He says expressly that he wants cash." Harry looked disturbed.
"Do you think any one would lend us the money on the same terms ?" he asked, after a while.
"Squire Trevor is the only man in the village likely to have money to lend.

There he is in the street now.