I can.

That's what I will do!" he exclaimed.
"I feel sure you will," the old Squire said; and Rufus went back, looking much relieved.
"Did you ever find out just what it was that Sylvester had done ?" I asked.
"Well, never exactly," the old Squire replied, smiling.

"But I made certain surmises.

Less than a fortnight after my talk with Rufus our neighbors, the Wilburs, were astonished one morning to find that during the night a full barrel of salt pork had been set on their porch by the kitchen door.

Every mark had been carefully scraped off the barrel, but on the top head were the words, printed with a lead pencil, 'This is yourn and I am sorry.' "Fourteen years before, the Wilburs had lost a large hog very mysteriously.