“Where is the land located?”
“Not far from the city of Sacramento.”
“Can’t you give me the precise location?”
At this Alexander Slocum glared at our hero savagely.
“It would do you no good to spend money on hunting the matter up,” he answered. “That affair was settled long ago. The money was lost, and that is all there is to it.”
“Not if I know it, Mr. Slocum. I intend to sift the matter to the bottom. I am convinced that all was not carried out as it should have been.”
“You appear to be a very foolish boy.”
“That may be your opinion, but it won’t alter my intention. I have my uncle’s papers with me, and, unless you will give me some particulars of how the scheme fell through, I shall place the matter in the hands of a lawyer.”
Alexander Slocum winced at this, and Jerry fancied he was hard struck. He made a movement as if to clutch the youth by the arm, then drew back.
“You have your uncle’s papers?” he asked cautiously.