They
looked up to see a big farmer-like looking person, with a fringe of black
whiskers running under his chin in a half-moon, standing there.
"This is my husband, Isaac Galloway," said the woman, introducing the
owner of the farm.
"At your service, gents and ladies," said the farmer. "What that young
woman did fer us ter-day ther' ain't no way of repaying; but anything Ike
Galloway kin do any time ye kin count on him fer."
He moved toward an object they had not previously noticed, an iron door in
the wall. Turning a knob this way and that, he presently flung it open,
revealing the inside of a wall safe. Thrusting his hand inside, he drew
out a bundle of bills. Then, closing the door again, and adjusting the
combination, he said:
"Jes' goin' ter give ther boys a bit of thank you fer helpin' me put out
ther fire. If any of you folks would like----"
"Oh, no. No, thank you," laughed Peggy, sitting up and feeling, except for
a slight dizziness, almost herself again.
"Very well; no harm meant," said the farmer, as he shuffled out of the
room and into the kitchen, where he distributed his largess.
"Quite an idea," commented Jimsy, regarding the wall safe. "I suppose you
have quite a lot of money on hand at times, and it is safest to keep it
so," he added, addressing the farmer's wife.
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