CHAPTER VI. SCOTT FINDS A RELATIVE AND A PLACE.
Loammi Little, for this was the name of the red-haired boy, regarded Scott with curiosity mingled with surprise.
"What is your name?" he asked, abruptly.
"Scott Walton."
"I never heard of you, though I have heard pa say that a cousin of his married a man named Walton. Where is your father?"
"He is dead," answered Scott, sadly. "He died on the voyage over."
"Humph!" said Loammi, in a tone far from sympathetic. "I suppose you are poor."
"I am not rich," replied Scott, coldly.