"Mr. Wolverton, you have brought a false charge against your nephew, and you know it. If you don't care to take his word or mine, you can come over to our house and ask my mother whether Sam's story is true."
"It doesn't matter whether it's true or false," said Wolverton, doggedly. "Sam is under my charge, and I have a right to any money he comes by."
"I always knew you were mean," said Bob, contemptuously, "but this is ahead of anything I ever imagined. Do you still accuse Sam of robbing you?"
"I don't know whether he did or not."
"You can easily satisfy yourself by calling on my mother."
"I mean to call on your mother, but it won't be on this business," said Wolverton, opening his mouth and showing the yellow fangs which served for teeth.
"You are at liberty to call on any business errand," said Bob.
"Indeed, you are very kind, remarkably kind, considering that the ranch is as much mine as your mother's."
"How do you make that out?"
"I have a mortgage on it for half its value."