"Nelson looked as if he had it in for Percy," soliloquized Will Dicks, as he brought in the few boxes and barrels that remained outside. "I would like to know what is in the wind."
His father also wished to know. It was not long before they were enlightened.
CHAPTER VII.
PERCY'S HOME.
For a few minutes Ralph stood outside of the general store, undecided what was best to do next.
It was true that the bill in Uriah Dicks' possession was his own, yet how could he prove it, and thus get it once more into his possession?
"I'll call on Percy Paget, and see what he has to say," he thought. "Perhaps I can make him confess how he obtained the bill, and make the amount good to Mr. Dicks."
With this object in view the young bridge tender hurried through the village toward the hill, upon which the few handsome residences of the place were situated.