“If so, what are they doing here?” I demanded.
“That’s to be found out,” returned Darrow slowly. “It’s more than likely they ain’t up to no good—with all due respect to your uncle,” he added hastily.
“Never mind about that,” I said. “To tell you the truth, I don’t like Mr. Norton one bit. He treated me like a dog from the start, and there is something in my breast that tells me that he does not mean me well.”
And I told the old fisherman of all I had gone through since the sad news of my father’s death had been received.
He was deeply interested and highly indignant by the time I had finished.
“Ford was right,” he burst out; “I wouldn’t mind helping him to a ride on a rail myself. He ain’t fit to be the guardian of a cow. You will have to watch him, or he’ll spend the proceeds of your father’s estate on himself. If I were you I’d make him prove that he loaned all the money to your father that he says he has.”
“I’ve been thinking about that. I imagine all the business ought to be brought before the court.”
“So it had. If I was you I’d go over to Squire Slocum’s house some time, and state the case.”
“So I will.” I paused for a moment. “But we are off the track for the present. We must go ahead, and see if these two men are in league with Carney.”