"Tried to talk to him, and Fox told him to mind his own business, that he could have what fruit hung over his fence. So he could, but not half of it hung that way, and he took every blessed pear." "Fox always was a mean man," murmured Tom. "I'd like to square accounts with him before I go back to Putnam Hall." "I reckoned as how you might be up to something like that," said Ness, with another grin. "But you want to be careful. Only yesterday Fox shot off his gun at some boys who were after his apples." "Did he hit the boys?" "I don't think he did." "Who were they?" "I don't know. And I reckon he don't either." "Humph!" Tom mused for a moment. "I'd like to scare the mean fellow by making him think one of the boys was killed." "That's an idea!" cried Sam, and winked at his brother. "Let's do it!" They were soon bowling over Swift River and along the road leading to Valley Brook farm. At the farmhouse their Uncle Randolph and Aunt Martha stood in the dooryard to greet them. "Back again, safe and sound!" cried Randolph Rover. "I suppose you feel like regular sailors." "Well, we do feel a little that way," laughed Sam, and returned the warm kiss his aunt bestowed upon him. "It's nice to be home once more." "Would you rather stay here than go back to Putnam Hall?" asked his aunt quickly. "Oh, no, I can't say that, Aunt Martha. But it's awfully nice here, nevertheless." A hot supper was awaiting them, and while they ate they told of all that had happened since they had been away. Randolph Rover shuddered over the way Dick had been treated. "Be careful, my boy," he said. "Remember, even your father could not bring this Arnold Baxter to justice. He is evidently a thorough-paced scoundrel, and his companion is probably just as bad." "And how goes the scientific farming, Uncle Randolph?" asked Tom, who knew how to touch his uncle in the right spot. "Splendidly, my boy, splendidly! I am now working on a new rotation of crops. It will, I am certain, prove a revelation to the entire agricultural world." "Did you make much money this season?" asked Sam dryly. "Well--er--no; in fact, we ran a little behind. But we will do finely next year--I am certain of it. I will have some strawberries and celery which shall astonish our State agricultural committee," answered Randolph Rover. He was always enthusiastic, in spite of almost constant failure. Thus far his hobby had netted him a loss of several thousand dollars. It was Friday, and Saturday was to be given over to packing up for school. Yet on Saturday morning Tom managed to call Sam aside. "We'll go over to Fox's," said he. "Are you ready?" "I am, Tom," answered the younger brother. "And be sure and pile it on." "Trust me for that," and Tom winked in a fashion that set Sam to roaring. They found Joel Fox at work along the roadside, mending a part of a stone wall which had tumbled down. Fox was a Yankee, and miserly and sour to the very core.