For during all his adventures he had not forgotten about the old life at Hopsville, and how Barton Reeve had promised, when he got the chance, to look up his monetary affairs for him. One day he spoke to Reeve about it.
“I haven’t forgotten, Leo, don’t think that. But at present I can do nothing.”
“When will we move eastward again?”
“That I can’t say either. It will depend to a great extent on how matters pan out in the West. If we don’t take in much money we’ll turn back again as soon as the necessary arrangements can be made.”
“Well, I want the show to make all the money possible. But I want my rights, too.”
“And you shall get them; never fear of that,” concluded Barton Reeve.
“I reckon Nathan Dobb is glad to get rid of the care of me,” thought Leo, as he walked away. “And yet, it seems to me he has been acting very queerly.”
Never for an instant did the young gymnast dream that Nathan Dobb had placed Hank Griswold on his track to do him harm.
Why Griswold had not put in an appearance ere this will be related later.