That'll be bad for the old man

    "Who holds it?"     "The squire. They do say he is goin' to foreclose. That'll be bad for the old man. It'll nigh about break his heart I expect."     "Can't uncle raise the money to pay him?"     "Who is there round here who has got any money except the squire?"     "That's so."     "Where are you goin' to stop, Jeff?"     "I guess I'll stop at the tavern tonight, but I'll go over and call on uncle this evening." Chapter 25 Jefferson Pettingrew's Home     News spreads fast in a country village. Scarcely an hour had passed when it was generally known that Jefferson Pettigrew had come home from Montana with a few hundred dollars in money, bringing with him a rich boy who could buy out all Burton. At least that is the way the report ran.     When the two new arrivals had finished supper and come out on the hotel veranda there were a dozen of Jefferson Pettigrew's friends ready to welcome him.     "How are you, Jefferson, old boy?" said one and another.     "Pretty well, thank you. It seems good to be home."     "I hear you've brought back some money."     "Yes, a few hundred dollars."     "That's better than nothing. I reckon you'll stay home now."     "I can't afford it, boys."     "Are ye goin' back to Montany?"