"I hope you're not hurt, Percy," said Bert, with solicitude.
"I've spoiled my suit, that's all," returned Percy, shortly. "What made you scare my horse?"
"I didn't," answered Bert, with spirit. "What right have you to charge me with such a thing?"
"Then if it wasn't you, it was that old tramp you were talking with," persisted Percy, sullenly.
"Hush, Percy!" said Bert, apprehensive lest the old man's feelings might be hurt. "You don't know who this gentleman is."
"I never met the gentleman before," rejoined Percy, with ironical deference.
"Then let me introduce him as your uncle, Jacob Marlowe, from California!"
Percy's face betrayed much more surprise than pleasure as he stammered, "Is that true?"
"Yes," answered the old man, smiling calmly; "I have the honor to be related to you, young gentleman."
"Does father know you are here?"