"i apprehend," said the squire to his brother-in-law the next morning, "that we shall get the farm at our own price."

"i hope we shall, squire," said the poor relative, deferentially. "i suppose this man nelson is sorry to part with it."

"of course; he charges me with meanness, oppressing the poor, and so on; but of course i don't mind that. it's a matter of business; as i told him."

"to be sure."

"i am not to be moved by sentimental considerations. business is business; but he won't see it in that light."

"you consider the farm worth considerable more than the amount of the mortgage, of course?"[pg 278]

"it is worth four thousand dollars, in my opinion," said the squire, complacently.

"if you get it for twenty-two hundred, it will be an excellent bargain."

"father," exclaimed sinclair, entering the breakfast-room, rather hurriedly, "tom nelson has got home."

"where did you hear this, my son?" asked squire hudson, in surprise.

"at the store. he got home by coach last evening."

"got discontented, i suppose," said the squire, in a tone of triumph. "i thought that was how it would turn out. he can't expect me to advance money to take him out there again."

"i wish you would let me go," said sinclair.

"some day i may take a trip out there with you, my son. have you seen thomas?"

"no, he keeps mighty close. he hasn't even been round at the store."

"he is ashamed to show himself, i suppose. he will have to work on the farm—on a farm again."[pg 279]

"i suppose that will be a hard pill for him to swallow," said sinclair.

"no doubt. he is poor and proud, like his father before him. i am glad of one thing,—that i am sure of getting back the two hundred dollars i advanced for his journey. i wonder where he raised money to get back."

though there were not likely to be any competitors for the farm, a considerable number gathered at the sale. there was a general feeling of sympathy for the nelsons, but no one was able to express that sympathy in a tangible form, squire hudson cared little for the opinion of his neighbors. some of them were in debt to him, and he looked down upon them with the arrogance of wealth.

tom received many friendly greetings. he was plainly dressed, quiet in his manner, and seemed to take matters very coolly.

at length the farm was put up, the auctioneer naturally turning towards the squire, who responded pompously, "i bid twenty-two hundred dollars, the[pg 280] amount of the mortgage i hold upon the property."

"is there any other bid?" asked the auctioneer.

"i bid twenty-five hundred dollars," said a clear, boyish voice.

all were startled, and all eyes were turned upon tom nelson, who came slightly forward.

"twenty-five hundred!" repeated the auctioneer, hesitating whether he should receive the bid.

"i protest against this outrage," exclaimed squire hudson, angrily. "the bid is ridiculous."

"why is my bid ridiculous, squire hudson?" asked tom, calmly.

"because you haven't got the money. it is a transparent attempt to run up the price of the farm."

"you know nothing of my circumstances, squire hudson," said tom, independently. "i stand ready to pay the sum i bid, and, should you outbid me, i am ready to prove to any committee you may appoint, that i possess the money, or all my bids shall go for nothing, and you can have the farm at your first offer."[pg 281]

"that is fair!" cried all.

"this is all nonsense," said the squire. "those of you who choose may believe this boy; i don't."

"going at twenty-five hundred!" said the auctioneer.

"twenty-five hundred and fifty!" said the squire, adding, "i make the bid on the terms proposed by the boy."

"twenty-eight hundred!" said tom.

"and fifty!" bid the squire.

"three thousand!" instantly came from tom.

no one was more surprised than tom's own family at this unexpected scene. he had not dropped a hint as to his intentions, choosing to take all by surprise. mark nelson was perplexed. though he had great confidence in tom, he feared that he could not make good his bold bids.

at length the farm was knocked down to our hero at three thousand five hundred dollars.

"now," said the squire, angrily, "i demand that this farce come to an end. i believe the bidding of this boy to be a premeditated[pg 282] swindle. if so, i will do my best to have him punished."

"and i," said tom, boldly, "have an equal right to demand that squire hudson submit proof that he is responsible for the amount of his offers."

"curse your impudence!" exclaimed the squire, foaming with rage.

"but i waive that right," continued tom, "and will ask squire hudson to name two gentlemen present to examine the proofs which i have to offer of my ability to back my bids."

"i name mr. jones and mr. howe," said the squire, quickly, "and request them to act at once."

"that is my desire," said tom.

in five minutes the committee reported that tom had shown them bank-books, of two boston banks, certifying that he held two thousand dollars on deposit in one, and four thousand in the other.

"is that satisfactory?" asked tom, coolly.

"no," shouted the squire; "i believe that the books are bogus."[pg 283]

but the rest of those present entertained no doubts, and our hero was at once surrounded by admiring friends, who shook his hand till it fairly ached.

"squire hudson, your mortgage shall be paid whenever you desire," said tom.

"three cheers for tom nelson!" proposed some one, and the cheers were given with a will. during the confusion the squire and his brother-in-law slipped out of the house, thoroughly discomfited.