The man who doesn't contract debts bigger than he can pay, won't find much horror in owing money.

We owe Hiram Driggs twenty dollars, or rather we're going to owe it.

But the bark we're going to take in to him to-day is going to pay a part of that debt.

A few days more of tramping, blistered hands and aching backs, and we'll be well out of debt and have the rest of the summer for that great old canoe!" "Let's make an early start with the bark," proposed Tom.

"I want to see if the stuff feels as heavy as it did late yesterday afternoon." "Humph! My load doesn't seem to weigh more than seven ounces," Darrin declared, as he shouldered one of the piles of bark.
"Lighter than air this morning," quoth Tom, "and only a short haul at that." When Hiram Driggs reached his boatyard at eight o'clock he found Dick & Co.