I wasn't goin' to have him
claim I hadn't tried ter fulfil my part of the contrac', so I started
'cross-lots with the cans."
"How's he going to get the milk to the creamery?" demanded Mr.
Carter, shrewdly.
Si's eyes twinkled. "That's his part of the contrac'; 'tain't mine," he
said. "But if ye ax me, I tell ye honest, Mr. Conductor, I don't see how
Peleg's goin' ter do it. This is a sight the heaviest snow we've had for
ten year."
"What'll you sell that milk for?" interrupted the anxious conductor.
"Fresh milk will be a whole lot better for these kiddies we've got in the
smoker than condensed milk. Just the same," he added, "I shall hold on to
Bulson's shipment."
"What'll I take for this milk, mister?" repeated Snubbins, cautiously.
"Wall, I dunno. I'spect the price has gone up some, because o' the roads
being blocked."
"That will do--that will do," Mr. Carter hastened to say. "I'll take
the milk, give you a receipt, and you can fight it out with the claim
agent. I believe," added Mr. Carter, his lips twisting into a grim
smile, "that you are the farmer whose cow was killed by this very train
last fall, eh?"
"Ya-as," said Si Snubbins, sorrowfully. "Poor Sukey! She never knew
what hit her."
"But the claim agent knew what hit the road when you put in your claim.
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