“You think he is holding money from you?”
“I know he is.”
“Well, I’ll investigate.”
Bright and early the next day the young lad and Barton Reeve drove over to the home of Nathan Dobb.
They found the squire busy in his office, looking over some legal papers.
Without preliminaries Barton Reeve introduced himself. The squire listened in silence, at the same time scowling at Leo.
“Want to quit the farm and become a circus performer, eh?” said Dobb at last. “Can’t let you do it. You’ll have to go back to Daniel Hawkins’ farm.”
“I never will!” returned Leo warmly. “I’ll run away entirely first.”
“We’ll see,” sniffed Squire Dobb.
Barton Reeve had sized up the lawyer at a glance. He saw that the man was a crafty villain, not to be trusted.