"What do we care about Harry Vane?"
"My dear, he left property," said Mr. Fox significantly. "There's three hundred dollars in the hands of that man in Ferguson, besides the money he got for saving the train, as much as two hundred dollars. As we are his only relatives, that money ought to come to us by rights."
"That's so, husband. On the whole, I'll put a black ribbon on my bonnet."
"And I'll wear a black necktie," said Joel. "How much of the money am I to have?"
"Wait till we get it," said his father shortly.
"What steps do you propose to take in this matter, Mr. Fox?" queried his wife.
"I'm going to Ferguson to-morrow, to see Mr. Benjamin Howard. Of course he won't want to give up the money, but I'll show him I mean business, and am not to be trifled with."
"That's right, pa," said Joel approvingly.
"Five hundred dollars will give us quite a lift," said Mrs. Fox thoughtfully.
"So it will, so it will, my dear. Of course, I'm sorry to hear of the poor boy's death, but I shall insist upon my rights, all the same."