Mr.Brooks scrutinized my face with large, pensive eyes.

After a silence he said: "You are the boss; but I want you to know that the will can stand.

I will guarantee to win the case if there is one." "Can we see the farm ?" I asked.

"And my father's grave ?" Mr.Brooks brought up his buggy and we were off.
But first I wished to find Reverdy and give him Mrs.Spurgeon's message.
He had gone out to his little farm.

He was raising a crop, having returned from the war just in time to get it planted.