“No, sir; I am his private secretary.”
“Private secretary! Couldn’t he find a person better qualified for the position than a beardless boy from the hills of Colorado?”
“I presume he could,” answered Gerald coldly, “but he seems to be satisfied with me.”
“How long since you left home?”
“Two or three months.”
“Do you still own the cabin in which your father lived?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You had better sell it. I am ready to pay you a fair price.”
“I don’t care to sell it, Mr. Wentworth.”