He meant to line his own pockets at the
public expense."
"He says that he doesn't mean to accept the bounty," continued
John, in a tone which indicated a doubt whether Mr. Frost was in
earnest.
"Did you hear him say that?" asked Squire Haynes abruptly.
"Yes. I heard him say so to Mr. Morse."
"Perhaps he means it, and perhaps he doesn't. If he don't take
it, it is because he is afraid of public opinion. What's he going
to do about the farm, while he is gone?"
"That is the strangest part of it," said John. "I don't believe
you could guess who is to be left in charge of it."
"I don't choose to guess. If you know, speak out."
John bit his lip resentfully.
"It's that conceited jackanapes of his--Frank Frost."
"Do you mean that he is going to leave that boy to carry on the
farm?" demanded Squire Haynes, in surprise.
"Yes."
"Well, all I can say is that he's more of a fool than I took him
to be."
"Oh, he thinks everything of Frank," said John bitterly. "He'll
be nominating him for representative next.
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