"All this is foolish, my son." "Then you won't buy me a new boat?" "Most certainly I won't," said the squire, firmly. Conrad's countenance fell, but another idea came to him. "Suppose Andy is willing to exchange with me for something to boot?" "You say the boat is a fine one?" "Elegant." "You may offer him ten dollars." "Won't you say fifteen, father? I assure you it is worth much more than that difference." "You can offer him ten dollars, and see what he has to say to it." Conrad managed to see Andy the next day, and made him the offer. "Do you think I would part with Mr. Gale's gift?" said Andy, indignantly. "He wouldn't care; and ten dollars is a good deal of money," said Conrad, insinuatingly. "If you offered me fifty dollars I would say the same. I am not particularly in want of money." "I suppose you say that because you are earning three dollars a week." "Who told you how much Mr. Gale paid me?" asked Andy, smiling. "Then he does get three dollars a week," reflected Conrad. He redoubled his entreaties, but Andy refused firmly. Half an hour later Conrad met on the street a shabby figure with whom we are already acquainted. It was the tramp who figured in an encounter with Andy when on his way to Benton. "Young gentleman," said the tramp, with a whine, "you look rich and generous. Can't you spare a poor man a trifle?" "You look as if you drank," replied Conrad, with brutal frankness. "Your nose is red." "That's owing to a skin disease. I have belonged to the Temperance Society for five years." "Humph! you don't look like it. Why don't you work?" "Because I can find nothing to do." Here a contemptible suggestion offered itself to Conrad. "If you will do something for me, and keep mum, I'll give you two dollars." "I'll do it if it isn't too hard." "Then I'll tell you what it is. There's a boat on the pond that belongs to an enemy of mine. He is always crowing over me. Now, if you'll manage this evening to set it on fire, I'll give you two dollars." "How shall I set it on fire? With a match?" "No; I'll supply you with some shavings, a few pieces of board, and some pitch. There won't be any trouble about it." "Who owns the boat?" Conrad described Andy. "That's the boy who--but never mind! I'll do it." Once convinced that in this way he could get revenge on the boy who had humiliated and got the best of him, the tramp was only too willing to help Conrad in his scheme. When Conrad went home at nine o'clock, after supplying the tramp with combustibles, he said to himself: "There won't be much left of Andy's boat in the morning." CHAPTER X. THE TRAMP'S MISTAKE. Conrad went to bed with the comfortable conviction that before morning Andy's beautiful boat would be ruined. I am sorry to say that the meanness of the act which he had instigated did not strike him. Whatever feeling he had was of exultation at the injury done to his enemy, as he persisted in regarding Andy.