"It's here!" he shouted. "It was Uncle Isaac's box, all right, and
the money's here--quite a lot of it, and some valuable papers worth
more. Hurray! The farm is saved, after all! Tell pop and mom!"
"No, we'll let you tell them," said Russ. "Come and tell them
yourself."
"How'm I goin' t' git up?" asked Sandy, trembling with excitement and
new hope, as he fingered the dusty bills that would mean so much to
him and his parents.
"Here's a rope," suggested the carpenter, for he had been using one
at his work. "We'll drop it down to you, and you can tie it to the
box. Then you can come up on the rope yourself."
This was soon done, and a little later Sandy was standing beside his
aged parents, showing them the find.
"It's money--real money!" he cried. "The money Uncle Isaac owes us.
Now we can pay off the mortgage on the farm. You won't have t' move
off th' farm!--Pop--Mom! You can stay here!"
"Praise the Lord!" cried the farmer, reverently. "My prayer has been
granted; I can die on the old place!"
"Why, Pa, don't talk about dyin' now!" protested Mrs. Apgar, through
her tears. "We're goin' t' live--live on th' old place!"
"That's what we be!" he cried.
A close examination of the contents of the box disclosed the fact
that it contained considerable wealth.
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