"And what do you intend to do with it?"
"I want to go to Chicago, sir."
"To Chicago?"
All three of my listeners repeated the words in chorus; then Captain Enos continued:&—
"And what are you going to do there?"
"I want to hunt up this Holtzmann, and find out what he knows about my father's affairs. I'm satisfied that he is as deep in it as Mr. Woodward or John Stumpy, and if I can only by some means get him to tell what he knows, I may accomplish a good deal."
My Uncle Enos put his hand upon my shoulder; "Well, Roger, you're a brave boy, and I'll trust you. You shall have fifty dollars, and a hundred, if you want it, to do as you think best. Only don't get into trouble."
"Thank you Uncle Enos, thank you!" I cried heartily. "Some day I'll pay you back."
"I don't want it back, my lad. If you can catch any proofs that will help clear your father, I shall be more than satisfied."
"And when shall you go?" asked Kate.