Then my mind reverted to my father’s untimely end, and I shed bitter tears as I thought over how I had been thus suddenly left alone in the world.
My meditations were interrupted by a heavy knock on the door. I sprang to my feet, wondering who the visitor could be.
An instant later the knock was repeated, even louder than before. I bade the person enter. The door swung open, and I found myself face to face with Andy Carney!
I was startled, and stepped back. The fisherman saw that I was alone, and he shut the door behind him and locked it.
“Carney!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, it’s me,” he replied. “Guess, young fellow, you didn’t just expect to have me call on you.” And he leered at me wickedly.
I began to feel uneasy at once. There was nothing at hand by which I could defend myself.
“What do you want?” I asked, as coolly as I could.
“I come over to get even with you. What do you mean by setting Rich Williams on my track?”