“I want it now.”
“Very good! I will sell out the stock for you, but you will have to wait till Monday—the usual day for selling mining stock.”
“That won’t do, Ezry. You are goin’ to Europe on Saturday, and mean to take all my money!”
“Who says this?” asked Ezra in great surprise, for he did not know that his plan had leaked out.
“I say it,” said Ben.
“You—a mere boy! What do you know of me and my plans?”
“I was a passenger on the Fall River boat Tuesday night, Mr. Ezra Winter, and I overheard you detailing your plans to a friend. You proposed to carry off the money of your uncle and other customers and leave them out in the cold.”
“That’s a lie!” said Ezra hoarsely, but he was frightened.
“It was not a lie.”
“I am not going to Europe on Saturday!”