By this arrangement there was no need of hiring a clerk.

They lived in some rooms over the store.
"Your supper's ready, William," she said.
"I guess supper'll have to wait to-night." "Why ?" "'Cause I'm goin' to see if I can't collect damages from Enos Henderson fer what his son done." "What's that ?" Mr.Hodge explained, and his wife agreed with him that it would be wise first to try what a personal demand would do.
It was about six o'clock when Mr.Hodge reached the Henderson home.
Mr.Henderson stopped work at five, and he was at supper when the storekeeper entered.

Bob knew the object of the visit, and, making an excuse that he wanted to see one of his boy chums, was about to leave the table.
"My business is with him, too," said Mr.Hodge in rather surly tones.
"With Bob ?" asked Mr.

Henderson, and his heart sank.

He realized that his son must have been up to some prank in which the storekeeper was involved, for Mr.Hodge was not a person to pay friendly calls.
"Yes.