"That is all news to me, Mr. Granger."
"And to me," added Bob. "I heard Mr. Wolverton tell my father the same story, that John Wolverton died without a cent, and that he had taken in Sam out of charity."
"He seems to have taken him in, emphatically."
"In what did the property consist?" asked Bob.
"In a house, situated in St. Louis—a small house in the outskirts of the city—and some shares of bank stock."
"He thought Sam would never find out anything of it."
"I should not, if I had not met you, Mr. Granger."
"Old Aaron Wolverton is a long-headed man; but even long-headed men sometimes over-reach themselves, and I think he has done so in this instance."
"But what can I do, sir? I am only a boy, and if I should say anything about the matter to Uncle Aaron he would deny it, and perhaps treat me the worse."
"There is one thing Aaron Wolverton is afraid of, and that is the law. He doesn't care for the honesty or dishonesty of a transaction, but he doesn't mean to let the law trip him up. That is the hold we shall have upon him."