“It seems that the same name is signed to both the dispatches,” he ventured to remark, when he saw that Bob was waiting for him to speak. “Do you know the man?”
Yes, Bob knew him well. He was their nearest neighbor, and the first friend they made when they settled in Arizona.
“Then he is the one you want to talk to,” said George. “No doubt he will be able to explain everything to your entire satisfaction.”
“No, he can’t,” said Bob, bitterly. “He can’t make me understand why my father gave his property into this man’s keeping, and made him my guardian. That’s a mystery that I shall never be able to see into.”
“Well, this Mr. Evans can tell you more about it than anybody else, can’t he?” said George, encouragingly. “You can’t gain any more insight into the matter until you see him, can you? Then all you’ve got to do is to wait patiently until we reach the end of our journey, when everything will be made clear to you.”
It was very easy for George to give this advice; but it was by no means so easy for Bob to follow it. Besides, the latter did not believe that it lay in Mr. Evans’ power to make everything clear to him.
CHAPTER XX.
A MERITED REBUKE.
Uncle Bob would have been glad to put himself and Arthur on a friendly footing with his nephew, but the latter would not give him the opportunity.
As soon as the train stopped, he and George went into another car, and stayed there. When they reached Leavenworth, Bob telegraphed Mr. Evans, as the latter had instructed him to do, winding up the message with the following words:
“Bring two saddle-horses besides your own, and see that there is just room enough in the wagon for two persons.”