“Do you believe him, 91?” asked Barclay.
“I think he must have some money,” answered Paul, cautiously.
“So do I, decidedly. But he can keep it. Tell him that. I only want to see him about some family matters. It ain’t strange if a son wants to have a chat with his father after twelve years, is it?”
“No, I should say not.”
“Tell the old man that I am willing to give him five dollars as a sign of good faith. If he will give me five, I’ll hand him ten.”
“I’ll tell him that,” said Paul, rather surprised, and asking himself whether James Barclay was in earnest.
“You couldn’t give me small bills for a ten, could you?” asked Barclay, meaning to push his business by Paul’s help.
“No, I couldn’t. I don’t carry any money about with me except a little silver.”
“Never mind; I’ll get it somewhere else. Will you let me know tomorrow what my father says?”
“Yes.”