If you sight a suspicious-lookin' craft, kind of antique in build, broad in the beam and makin' heavy weather up the hills--if you sight that kind of craft beatin' down in this direction tomorrow you'll know it's me.

Good day." Thankful lay awake for hours that night, thinking, planning and replanning.

More than once she decided that she had been too hasty, that her scheme involved too great a risk and that, after all, she had better abandon it.

But each time she changed her mind and at last fell asleep determining not to think any more about it, but to wait until Mr.Cobb came to accept or decline the mortgage.

Then she would make a final decision.
The next day passed somehow, though it seemed to her as if it never would, and early the following forenoon came Solomon himself.