"I should say not. Why, that money won't last you no time at all."

"I am old enough to work for a living. Isn't there something I can
find to do in Colebrook?"

"I guess I can give you work myself--There's always more or less to do
'round a place. I keep a man part of the time, but I reckon I can let
him go and take you on instead. You see, that will count on your
board, and you don't want to spend your money too fast."

"Very well, sir. There's only one thing I will stipulate; I will wait
a day or two before going to work. I want to look about the place a
little."

While this conversation was going on, they had traveled a considerable
distance. A little distance ahead appeared a square house, painted
yellow, with a barn a little back on the left, and two old wagons
alongside.

"That's my house," said John Fox. "There's Joel."

Joel, a tall boy in figure, like his father, came forward and eyed
Harry with sharp curiosity.

"How are ye?" said Joel, extending a red hand, covered with warts.

"Pretty well, thank you," said Harry, not much attracted to his new
acquaintance.