"Through my grandfather?"
"Yes."
"Then he really owned a share of the land?"
"He did, and so far as Mr. Garwell and I can ascertain he never sold out his claim."
"What is the claim worth?"
"You will have to ask Mr. Garwell about that. He wanted me to sign certain documents, and let you take them to New York to-night. Can you do that?"
"I think I can. But the police may wish to detain me." And then our hero told of the arrest of Nick Smithers. Mr. Sampson became interested, and in the end went to the station with Nat. He knew some of the officials, so our hero had no more trouble.
"We shall send the rascal to New York as soon as the officers down there want him," said one of the police officials; and, later on, this was done.
Not to lose time, our hero took the night train for the metropolis. He had a berth in the sleeper, but it was a long while before he could get to sleep. There were many things to think about, and the question of property near Central Park was an absorbing one.
Arriving in New York, he went to his boarding house for breakfast, and then hurried down to the office. It was not until ten o'clock that John Garwell appeared.