"He sent me into his room to get his hat, when right down on the floor by his desk, I saw a piece of paper. I remembered what you told me, Bob, about the receipt, so I picked it up and slipped it into my pocket. I had to be quick about it, for Uncle Aaron is always in a hurry. Well, I took out the hat, and I didn't dare to take out the paper and look at it till he was out of sight."
"And then—"
"Well, then I saw it was the paper you wanted."
"Mr. Wolverton took it from the pocket of my poor father when he lay dead on the spot where he was thrown out," said Bob, gravely. "It would be hard to think of a meaner piece of rascality."
"Well, I'm glad you've got it, Bob. I don't know as I was right in taking it, but I'll take the risk."
"If you never do anything worse than that, Sam, you won't have much to answer for. I wish you'd let me give you something."
"No, Bob, you are my friend, and it would be a pity if I couldn't do you a favor without getting paid for it."
"But this is a great favor. It is worth a hundred and fifty dollars. Without it we might, and probable would, have to pay the interest money over again. Now, when your uncle calls for it, we shall only have to show him the receipt."
"He'll wonder where it came from."
"I hope it won't get you into trouble, Sam."