“No.”
“We haven’t got to look for a job,” said Chet. “We’ve got something better to look forward to.”
“Better, eh? Wot is it?” And Josiah Graham’s small eyes gazed shrewdly at the youths.
“Never mind what it is,” broke in Andy, hastily, with a warning look at his chum.
“Ah, I know!” cried the man, with a leer. “You came down to sell thet land claim! Goin’ to do it without my knowledge an’ consent!”
“No, I didn’t come for that.”
“You can’t tell me, Andy Graham! I know better, I do!” the old man shrilled. “But you remember I’m your guardeen, an’ you can’t sell nuthin’ without me!”
“You are not my guardian, Uncle Si. You went away of your own free will, and now I want you to let me alone.”
“Did you sell them papers yet?”
“No.”