“Where are you going?” he called out presently, when he saw Roy walking down toward the gate.
“Over to Mr. Tyler’s to see how he is. Want to come?”
“I believe I do,” answered Rex slowly. “Hold on a minute till I get my cap.”
Roy was rather surprised that his brother should wish to go. He wondered just how Mr. Tyler would like his bringing him. Then he remembered what the miser had said about Rex reminding him somewhat of Maurice Darley and thought perhaps he might be glad to see him on this account.
It was cooler than it had been the previous day. The country about Marley and Burdock was beautiful, extremely rolling and rich in vegetation, so the walk was a pleasant one.
“Say, did Mr. Tyler really have Syd make his will last night?” asked Rex as they were crossing the covered bridge over the creek.
“Yes,” answered Roy.
“Did he have much to leave?” went on Rex, stooping down as they emerged on the road again, to pluck a tall blade of grass which he began to munch between his white teeth.
“About half a million.” Roy thought he might as well tell this. He knew that if he tried to evade the question his brother would be apt to think he was keeping something back.
“What?” Rex stopped stock still in the road to utter the exclamation. “That old bag of bones worth half a million dollars! Nonsense.”