"I never would use it again!" I exclaimed hotly. "I've had enough of it!" "I am glad you see it so," he remarked. "It is a bad method. You never know what may come of it. Hounds or deer may get it, or sheep, or young cattle, or even children." We drove on in silence for some minutes. Clearly the old Squire was having me do my own thinking; for he now asked me what I thought should be done next. "Ad thinks we ought to square it up somehow," I replied. The old Squire nodded. "I am glad to hear that," he said. "What does Addison think we ought to do?" "Pay Mr. Cutter for that Percheron colt." "Yes, and Mrs. Kennard?" "He thinks we could find another sorrel colt somewhere and make her a present of it." The old Squire nodded again. "I see. Perhaps we can." Then, after a minute, "And what about letting this be known?" "Willis is scared," I said. "Addison thinks it would be about as well now to settle up if we can and say nothing." The old Squire did not reply to that for some moments. I thought he was not so well pleased. "I do not believe that, in the circumstances, Willis need fear being imprisoned," he said finally, "and I see no reason for further concealment. True, several months have passed and people have mostly forgotten it; perhaps not much good would come from publishing the facts abroad. We'll think it over." After a minute he said, "I'm glad you told me this," and, turning, shook hands with me gravely. "Ad and I don't want you to think that we expect you to square this up for us!" I exclaimed. "We want to do something to pay the bill ourselves, and to pay you for Lib, too." The old Squire laughed. "Yes, I see how you feel," he said. "Would you like me to give you and Addison a job on shares this fall or winter, so that you could straighten this out?" "Yes, sir, we would," said I earnestly. "And make Willis help, too!" "Yes, yes," the old Squire said and laughed again. "I agree with you that Willis should do his part. Nothing like square dealing, is there, my son?" he went on. "It makes us all feel better, doesn't it?" And he gave me a brisk little pat on the shoulder that made me feel quite like a man. How much better I felt after that talk with the old Squire! I felt as blithe as a bird; and when we got home I ran and frisked and whistled all the way to the pasture, where I went to drive home the Jersey herd. The only qualm I felt was that I had acted without Addison's consent; but his first words when I had told him relieved me on that score. "I'm glad of it!" he said. "We've been in that fox bed long enough. Now let Willis squirm." And when I told him of the old Squire's arrangement for our paying off the debt, he said, "That suits me. But we'll make Willis work!" We went over to tell Willis that evening. He was, I think, even more relieved than we were; in the weeks of anxiety that he had passed he had determined that nothing would ever induce him to use poison again for trapping animals.