"Yes, by emissaries of yours!" was Bob's unexpected reply; "but I recovered it, and sold the grain for two dollars and a quarter a bushel."
"You recovered it?" said Wolverton, turning pale.
"Yes; and the men that stole it are now in jail. I have a letter from one of them, declaring that he was employed by you."
"It's a lie!" hastily exclaimed the agent; but he looked frightened.
"I have reason to believe it is true. Mr. Wolverton, your base conspiracy failed."
"I guess I'll go," said Wolverton, rising. He wanted time to think.
"Not just yet! Here are two persons who wish to see you"; and, to Wolverton's surprise, Sam and Robert Granger entered the room.
"You didn't expect to see me, Aaron Wolverton," said Captain Granger. "I have come here with your nephew to demand restitution of the property which you have appropriated to your own use, giving him to understand that he was living on charity."
Wolverton looked like a man in a state of collapse. He didn't dare to deny what he knew Captain Granger would have no difficulty in proving. He glared at Sam as if he would like to have him in his power for a short time.
"Are you coming back with me?" he asked.