"You know I am authorized to give you a hundred dollars," went on Robert.
"And didn't I say I didn't want a cent from Felix Amberton?" cried the old man. "All I want is that order, to make certain that I am not going astray—not but what you look honest enough."
"Here is the order, just received by mail," and Robert handed it over.
Herman Wenrich had his daughter bring spectacles and he perused the paper with great care.
"That's all right—I know Amberton's signature well—saw it on many a check he gave me. You shall have the map. Nettie, bring me my tin box."
"I will, father," answered the daughter, and left the room.
"What did those men have to say when you told them that I had said they were not working for Felix Amberton's interest?" asked Robert while she was gone.
"I didn't tell them anything about it. I merely told them to hold off for a day or two, and I would consider their offer."
"They'll be mad when they learn the truth."