"Now, you take these trunks down and I will go and bid my uncle good-bye," said Bob.
"Aw! Are you going to see that fellow again?" inquired Ben. "It's small good-bye he will give you, seeing that you are going to live with me."
"But, Ben, I've got a hundred dollars coming to me," said Bob. "He offered to give it to me of his own accord."
"Well, that's better than I expected of him. I guess he's mighty fearful that the captain will turn up yet."
Bob went down to the library and found his uncle there alone. A roll of bills lay upon the table, with a paper-weight on them to hold them down. He looked all around for Gus, but could not see anything of him. He wanted to say a word to him before he went, but Gus was still in his own room.
"Is this money intended for me?" asked Bob. "Then I will take it and bid you good-bye."
"Good-bye, Bob," said Mr. Layton, holding out his hand, but seeing that Bob did not take it he speedily drew it in again. "Are you going to live here in town? I want to know, so that I can send you a check on the first of every month."
"Address it to me here at this post-office and I will get it all right," said Bob. "I will tell you, for your satisfaction, that I am going to live with Ben Watson."
"Ah! Ben is a good fellow."
"I know he is. He thinks father was foully dealt with on that morning he disappeared, and he will be near at hand to give my lawyer some points."