“Ezra Winter.”
Jacob half rose from the table, and his face grew dark and stern.
“That scoundrel!” he said. “He’s robbed me of my money.”
“He intends to sail for Europe with all the money he can raise.”
Jacob fell back in his chair pale and dismayed.
“And I shall never see my money again!” he murmured.
“Yes; I have consulted Mr. Bentham the lawyer, and he will go to Boston with you and have him arrested. He will be over in a hour to talk the matter over.”
“I hope I’ll live long enough to see him rottin’ in jail!” said Jacob vindictively. “He’s made me a poor man. You’re a smart boy, Ben, and I thank you.”