"How do you intend to become rich?"
"Not by working, my dear boy," rejoined Blake lighting his pipe, "but by inheritance."
"Another Irish uncle!"
"Faith, no; a grand aunt, who is mighty ill at present. I'll come in for her money when she takes the last vacancy for an angel."
Darrel could not help laughing at the oddity of the remark, the more especially as it was accompanied by a sly wink. Then he became grave.
"I'm afraid you are an awful scamp, Blake."
"Just so," said Roderick complacently. "I'm a rolling stone; and, faith, I've been rolling all over the world these ten years."
"Oh!" remarked Frank, with a recollection of the case; "have you been in South America?"
"You bet, sir; in every part of it."
"In Peru?"