“Your uncle!” exclaimed Chester, in surprise.
“Yes, I am his sister’s son. My name is Walter Bruce.”
“Then I should think your uncle’s house was the place for you.”
“I have no money to pay for a bed.”
“But, if you are a relation——”
“That makes no difference to Silas Tripp. He has no love for poor relations. You don’t know him very well.”
“I ought to, for I have worked for him in the store for a year.”
“I didn’t see you in there this evening.”
“I left him last Saturday evening. There is another boy there now.”
“Why did you leave him?”