Don Lavington stood in the office, waiting for his uncle to speak.
Chapter Five.
A Stubborn Disposition.
“Stop!”
Don had taken his hat, and, seeing his uncle apparently immersed in a letter, was about to yield to his curiosity and follow the constable, when, as he reached the door, his uncle’s word thundered out and made him turn and go on with his writing in response to a severe look and a pointing finger.
From time to time the boy looked up furtively as he sat, and wondered why his uncle did not say anything more about the money.
But the time glided on, and the struggle between his desire to speak out frankly and his indignant wounded pride continued.
A dozen times over he was on the point of crossing to the stern-looking old man, and begging him to listen and believe, but Uncle Josiah sat there with the most uncompromising of expressions on his face, and Don dared not speak. He dared not trust himself for very shame, as the incident had so upset him, that he felt sure that he must break down and cry like a child if he attempted to explain.