"The old man had promised it to another boy," said Sam, sourly.
"He's been pretty quick about it, then," said James.
"A boy that don't know the first thing about horses," grumbled Sam.
"Who is it?"
"Joe Clark."
"He's a good boy; I'm glad he's coming, though I'm sorry to lose Tony."
"Thank you, James," said Tony. "I'd like to stay, but I can't blame Mr. Porter for not believing my story. It was a strange one, but it's true for all that."
James shrugged his shoulders.
"Then you believe you're heir to a fortune, as he told you?"