"He was, hey?" said Wolverton, pricking up his ears.
"Yes; he reckoned he'd buy one soon."
"What's the price?"
"Seventy-five cents."
"He reckoned he'd pay seventy-five cents for a fishin'-rod," said Wolverton, slowly. "Did he show you the money?"
"No; but he said he had it."
"Oho, he had the money," repeated Aaron Wolverton, shaking his head ominously. "Where'd he get it? That's what I'd like to know."
"I reckon you gave it to him; he's your nephew."
"I don't pamper him in any such way as that. So he's got money. I'll have to look into that."
Wolverton, who was of a suspicious disposition, was led to think that Sam had stolen the money from him. He could think of no other way in which the boy could get possession of it.