It was several days later when Nat Poole showed himself. Phil and Dave did not see him until later, and both were struck by the change in his appearance. He looked haggard and much older, and his arrogance was completely gone.
“Got back, eh?” said Phil, walking up to him.
“Yes,” returned the money-lender’s son, and his voice sounded hollow.
“What have they done with your uncle, Nat?” asked Dave, kindly.
“Put him in another sanitarium, where he will have the best of care and doctoring.”
“I hope he gets well.”
“We all hope that.” Nat swallowed a lump in his throat and then looked gloomily at Phil. “Well, you got the best of me,” he said, shortly.
“How the best of you?” demanded the shipowner’s son.
“I understand you found out about that spread.”
“I did.”