“No, Gerald.”
There was silence in the little cabin for a brief while then. The boy was desirous to hear more, but the father seemed absorbed in meditation.
“Father,” finally said Gerald.
“Yes, my son,” rejoined the sick man, turning his gaze back to the boy by his side.
“Do you think the person of whom you speak is likely to befriend me?”
“I do not know. He has behaved so ungenerously about the whole matter. That is what makes me anxious.”
“Will you tell me the name of this man, father?”
“His name is Bradley Wentworth, and he lives in the town of Seneca, Illinois, where he has large investments, and is a prominent man.”
“Do you mind telling me how he injured you, father?”