I fell back in astonishment.
CHAPTER XXXI.
A LUCKY FIND.
“If his name is Bixby he cannot be my uncle,” I gasped.
“What is your uncle’s name?”
“Enos Norton.”
“There is a similarity in names, but I guess he is not the man.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. The news was worth more than a thousand dollars to me.
“Then he is some first-class fraud,” I went on; “for he came to Bend Center about a week ago, and pretended to be my uncle, and said that my father had appointed him as my guardian.”
“That is very odd,” observed Judge Green gravely. “This matter must be looked into. You are positive this man is Norton Bixby?” he continued, to Mr. Markham.