"Yes. He saw Grisley and the old man said the lawyer was boiling mad because he had agreed to let the mortgage run for another year. Fogg wouldn't accept the five dollars that old Grisley offered him for his trouble, so then Grisley would give him nothing; and there the matter stands."
"He'll get something out of Grisley if he possibly can. My opinion is, since Fogg lost his job with the railroad company, and made such a fizzle of his doings in New York City, he is in bad shape financially and eager to get his hands on some money in any old way possible."
"Have you settled the snowball affair with him yet?"
"No. I'm going to see Dr. Wallington about it to-morrow," answered Sam.
The Rover boy had rather expected some sort of a communication from Grace the next day, and he was keenly disappointed when no letter came and when she failed to call him up on the telephone. Several times he felt on the point of calling her up, but each time set his teeth hard and put it off.
"It's up to her to say something—not me," he told himself. "She must know how I feel over the affair."
When Sam called upon Dr. Wallington, the head of Brill met him with rather an amused smile.
"I suppose you want to see me in regard to that claim of Mr. Fogg's," he said.
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I have had one of the professors call on the lawyer and bind him down to just exactly what happened and how badly he was hurt. It seems that he did not go to any doctor at all, although he did see a friend of his, a Doctor Slamper, on the street."