"No; he's mighty close about his affairs. I couldn't help wondering myself, and asked him, but he wouldn't tell me."
"If he's got as much money as that, he ought to give it to me to take care of."
"Why don't you make him give it to you?" suggested Phil maliciously.
"I did ask him, but he refused. A boy of his age ought not to carry about so much money. Did he carry it in a roll of bills, or in a pocketbook?"
"He had it in a wallet."
"I didn't see the wallet," thought Brandon. "I only found the purse. The boy must have hidden it somewhere. I must look for it."
"What are you going to do about it?" asked Phil. "Are you going to let him keep it?"
"Not if I can find it. I will take it away from him if I get the chance."
"I wish he would," thought Phil. "It would soon go for drink, and then Master Grit wouldn't put on so many airs."
"May I ask your name?" asked Brandon.