"It's a good thing to have property in the family. My friend Brandon is short of funds, and he can sell the house, or raise money on it."
"Without his wife's consent?"
"Oh, she'll have to give in," said Travers nonchalantly.
"We'll see about that," said Grit to himself, but he did not utter his thoughts aloud.
By this time they had reached the opposite shore of the river, and Travers stepped out of the boat.
He felt in his vest pocket, as a matter of form, but did not succeed in finding anything there.
"I've got no change, boy," he said. "I'll get some from Brandon, and pay you to-morrow."
"Mr. Brandon's credit isn't good with me," said Grit.
"Ha, does he owe you money?"