“No one else?”
“No.”
“You are sure?”
“Of course I am. Why, what’s up?”
“Nothing, Joe. I am much obliged;” and I hurried away before he could say any more.
I walked down the main street hardly knowing what to do next. In front of the post-office I met Ford, who had just come from his home to look for a job of some kind.
“Well, Rube, how do you make out with your uncle?” he asked, as he jumped down from the barrel upon which he had been sitting.
“Don’t call him my uncle, Dan,” I returned. “He may be a relative according to law, but he isn’t in heart.”
“Why, has he been after you again?”