prained my arm unloading your wagon, Mr. Snad, and I can't
drive the team any more to-day. I put my handkerchief around it because
the sprain hurt me so. I certainly can't work!" His voice faltered and
he choked. His spirit seemed as much hurt as his body--perhaps more.

"Huh! Can't work, eh? Then get out!" snarled Mr. Snad. "I want no
loafer around here! Get out!"

"I'm perfectly willing to go when you pay me what you owe me," said the
helper, quietly.

"Owe you! I don't owe you nothin', you lazy lout!" snapped the farmer.

"You certainly do. You owe me twelve dollars, and as soon as you pay me
I'll get out, and be glad to go!"

"Twelve dollars! I'd like to see myself giving you that much money!"
grumbled the farmer. "You ain't wuth but ten dollars at the most, an' I
won't pay you that for you busted my mowin' machine, an' it'll take that
t' pay for fixin' it."

"That mowing machine was in bad order when you had me take it out,"
replied the young fellow, "and you know it. It was simply an accident
that it broke, and not my fault in the least."

"Well, you'll pay for it, just the same," was the sneering reply. "Now
be off!"

"Not until I get my wages. You agreed to pay me twelve dollars a month,
and board me. My month is up to-day, and I want my money. It's about all
I have in the world; I need it."

"You'll not get it out of me," and the farmer turned aside. Evidently he
had given up the idea of further chastising his hired man. The presence
of Andy and his chums was enough to deter him.

"Mr. Snad, I demand my money!" exclaimed the young farm hand.

"You'll not get it! Leave my premises! Clear off, all of you," and he
glared at the schoolboys.

"Mr. Snad, I'll go as soon as you give me my twelve dollars," persisted
the youth, his voice trembling.

"You'll get no twelve dollars out of me," snapped the man.

"Oh, yes, I think he will," spoke Andy. "You'd better pay over that
money, Mr. Snad."

"Eh? What's that your business?"

"It's the business of everyone to see fair play," said Andy.

"And we're going to do it in this case," added Tom, still in even tones.

"Are you? Well, I'd like to know how?" sneered the farmer.

"Would you? Then listen and you will hear, my friend," went on Tom.
"Unless you pay this young man the money you owe him we will swear out a
warrant against you, have you arrested, and use him as a witness against
you."

For a moment there was a deep silence; then the farmer burst