Manson was baffled, but he felt all the more annoyed that his nephew Julius had lost a situation which carried so much pay with it.
He dispatched Paul on an errand, and during his absence Julius came in.
"Well, Julius," said his uncle, "I have just been paying that boy who has got your place."
"I wish you had been paying me. I haven't got a cent to my name. Four dollars would have come mighty convenient."
"Four dollars!"
"Yes; isn't that what he gets? Three dollars would be too mean."
"The boy gets ten dollars a week!"
"Ten dollars!" gasped Julius. "Oh, come now, you're fooling."
"Not at all. Do you see that?"
He showed Julius the note of Mr. Bradford previously referred to.