"Of course, what she has I shall have," added Craven. "To tell the truth," he continued, smiling softly, "I shan't spoil the young gentleman by indulgence when he is my step-son. I shan't waste much of his income on him."
"Perhaps the mother will raise a fuss," suggested Job.
"No, she won't. She's a weak, yielding woman. I can turn her round my finger."
"Well, what do you want then?"
"I want three hundred and fifty dollars for ninety days."
"And suppose I let you have it?"
"I will pay you five hundred. That will allow fifty dollars a month for the loan."
"But you see, Craven, she might give you the slip. There's a risk about it."
"Come to Shelby yourself, and make all the inquiries you see fit. Then you will see that I have spoken the truth, and there is no risk at all."
"Well, well, perhaps I will. If all is right, I may let you have the money."