"You got it, didn't you?" said the lawyer.
"Yes, sir; thanks to you, we have got it," said Julian. "Mr. Gibson, I can't begin to tell you how much we thank you——"
"Oh, that is all right," said the lawyer, opening the door of the bank; "only, don't get into a fuss and lose it all."
"When we came here," continued Julian, "we had no money at all; now see how different it is! I assure you that we are not going to get into any fuss. The money is safe where it is."
"Well, let it stay there. I am pretty busy this morning, so I beg that you will excuse me. Good-bye."
The lawyer hurried away, and Julian stood a little on one side of the door of the bank, one hand thrust into his pocket where he had placed the bills, and his eyes fastened upon Mr. Gibson as long as he remained in sight.
"Say, Jack," said he, suddenly; "I don't believe Mr. Gibson had any right to give us this money."
"He hadn't?" exclaimed Jack. "Why, it was his."
"No, it was not; it belongs to that Haberstro estate. It seems to me he ought to have got an order from the court before giving any of the money up to us."
"Perhaps he has an order," said Jack.