"Did you ever know anything of an Uncle Doc?" asked Richard suddenly.
Pep gave a cry.
"What do you know of my Uncle Doc?" he exclaimed trembling. "Oh, Mr.
Dare, did he—did he—"
"What? Send me here? No; but he is looking all over for your father.
Then your name is Pep Clover?"
"Yes, sir. But how did you find it out?"
"Your father's talking led me to think so. I'm glad I found you for there is money coming to your father. How much I don't know, but quite some."
"Money coming to him?" Pep's eyes opened widely. Then suddenly his face fell. "Yer foolin' me."
"No, I'm not. It's money from an uncle in England, left to your father and your Aunt Betty."
Pep gave a whoop. "Hooray!" he cried, with a wild fling of his arms.
"How much is it? As much as twenty—as fifty dollars?"
"Yes, a good many fifty dollars," replied Richard with a smile.