CHAPTER IX. SAM'S GIFT.
"What!" exclaimed Bob, in great excitement. "Not the receipt for the money?"
"That's just what it is," answered Sam, nodding emphatically.
"Let me see it."
Sam put the paper in Bob's hand.
There it was in regular form, a receipt for one hundred and fifty dollars, being the semi-annual interest on a mortgage on Burton's Ranch, dated on the day of Richard Burton's death, and signed by Aaron Wolverton.
"Hurrah!" shouted Bob, waving it aloft. "Then father did pay it, after all, and that mean scoundrel—excuse my speaking of your uncle in such terms, Sam—"
"I don't mind," said Sam, philosophically.