“I hope so. You will go away from here?”
“Yes, uncle. I don’t think I shall care to stay here after you are gone.”
“You will need money to take you away.”
“There is a little more in the trunk.”
“But only a little. It is not quite all I have. I have a hundred dollars in gold laid away for you.”
Ernest looked surprised.
“I must tell you where it is while I still have life. Do you remember the oak tree on the little knoll half a mile away?”
“Yes, I know it.”
“Dig under that tree five feet in a westerly direction. There is a wooden box about a foot below the surface. There’s nothing to mark the spot, for it was buried a year since, and the grass has grown over it. After I am gone go there and get the money, but don’t let anyone see you. It will be best to go at night. There are evil-disposed men who would rob you of it. I am sorry it is so little, Ernest.”
“But it seems to me a good deal.”