u will find less in the swamp, and things everywhere will
be scarcer. If you ever get a few dollars ahead, that can start your
college fund. You know you are going to college, Elnora!"

"Of course I am," said Elnora. "I settled that as soon as I knew what a
college was. I will put all my money in the bank, except what I owe you.
I'll pay that now."

"If your arrows are heavy," said Wesley, "I'll drive on to Onabasha with
you."

"But they are not. Half of them were nicked, and this little box held
all the good ones. It's so surprising how many are spoiled when you wash
them."

"What does he pay?"

"Ten cents for any common perfect one, fifty for revolvers, a dollar for
obsidian, and whatever is right for enormous big ones."

"Well, that sounds fair," said Sinton. "You can come down Saturday and
wash the stuff at our house, and I'll take it in when we go marketing in
the afternoon."

Elnora jumped from the carriage. She soon found that with her books, her
lunch box, and the points she had a heavy load. She had almost reached
the bridge crossing the culvert when she heard distressed screams of a
child. Across an orchard of the suburbs came a small boy, after him a
big dog, urged by a man in the background. Elnora's heart was with the
small fleeing figure in any event whatever. She dropped her load on
the bridge, and with practised hand flung a stone at the dog. The beast
curled double with a howl. The boy reached the fence, and Elnora was
there to help him over. As he touched the top she swung him to the
ground, but he clung to her, clasping her tightly, sobbing with fear.
Elnora helped him to the bridge, and sat with him in her arms. For a
time his replies to her questions were indistinct, but at last he became
quieter and she could understand.

He was a mite of a boy, nothing but skin-covered bones, his burned,
freckled face in a mortar of tears and dust, his clothing unspeakably
dirty, one great toe in a festering mass from a broken nail, and sores
all over the visible portions of the small body.

"You won't let the mean old thing make his dog get me!" he wailed.

"Indeed no," said Elnora, holding him closely.

"You wouldn't set a dog on a boy for just taking a few old apples when
you fed 'em to pigs with a shovel every day, would you?"

"No, I would not," said Elnora hotly.

"You'd give a boy all the apples he wanted, if he hadn't any breakfast,
and was so hungry he was all twisty inside, wouldn't you?"