“Will it be convenient for you to renew it, Squire Haynes?” asked Frank anxiously.  “Father being absent, it would be inconvenient for us to obtain the amount necessary to cancel it.  Of course, I shall be ready to pay the interest promptly.”

“Unless I should have sudden occasion for the money,” said the squire, “I will let it remain.  I don’t think you need feel any anxiety on the subject.”

With the intention of putting Frank off his guard, Squire Haynes assumed a comparatively gracious tone.  This, in the case of any other man, would have completely reassured Frank.  But he had a strong distrust of the squire, since the revelation of his character made by his friend Mr. Morton.

“Could you tell me positively?” he asked, still uneasy.  “It is only ten days now to the first of July, and that is little enough to raise the money in.”

“Don’t trouble yourself,” said the squire.  “I said unless I had sudden occasion for the money, because unforeseen circumstances might arise.  But as I have a considerable sum lying at the bank, I don’t anticipate anything of the kind.”

“I suppose you will give me immediate notice, should it be necessary.  We can pay four hundred dollars now.  So, if you please, the new mortgage can be made out for half the present amount.”

“Very well,” said the squire carelessly.  “Just as you please as to that.  Still, as you have always paid my interest regularly, I consider the investment a good one, and have no objection to the whole remaining.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Frank, rising to go.

Frank took his hat, and, bowing to the squire, sought the front door.  His face wore a perplexed expression.  He hardly knew what to think about the interview he had just had.

“Squire Haynes talks fair enough,” he soliloquized; “and, perhaps, he means what he says.  If it hadn’t been for what Mr. Morton told me, I should have confidence in him.  But a man who will betray a trust is capable of breaking his word to me.  I think I’ll look round a little, and see if I can’t provide for the worse in case it comes.”

Just after Frank left the house, John entered his father’s presence.

“What did Frank Frost want of you, father?” he asked.

“He came about the mortgage.”

“Did he want to pay it?”

“No, he wants me to renew it.”

“Of course you refused.”

“Of course I did no such thing.  Do you think I am a fool?”

“You don’t mean to say that you agreed to renew it?” demanded John, in angry amazement.

Squire Haynes rather enjoyed John’s mystification.

“Come,” said he, “I’m afraid you’ll never make a lawyer if you’re not sharper than that comes to.  Never reveal your plans to your adversary.  That’s an important principle.  If I had refused, he would have gone to work, and in ten days between now and the first of July, he’d have managed in some way to scrape together the eight hundred dollars.  He’s got half of it now.”