“Do you feel all right, Mr. Tyler?”
“Oh, I guess so,” was the reply, and the old man started to get up too.
But he immediately fell back again and a frightened look came into his face.
CHAPTER II
IN THE MISER’S HOME
“Have you hurt yourself, Mr. Tyler?” asked Roy anxiously. “You didn’t break a limb when you fell, did you?”
“No, no, it is here,” and the old man put his hand up to his head.
“The sun was too hot for you,” went on Roy. “You haven’t got over it yet.”
“I am afraid I shall never get over it, Roy Pell.” The miser looked at him in a steady way that would have frightened some boys. “And I don’t want to die yet, not till I have made my will. I must have a lawyer. Where is Sydney Pell, that brother of yours.”
“He isn’t my brother. He’s a boy that father adopted when he was very young, but he’s better than a good many brothers. And he’s a good lawyer, too. Would you like to see him. He’ll be back on the five-thirty train.”
“Yes, I should like to see him if it won’t be too late. What time is it now? You haven’t got a watch, have you? Look at mine and tell me.”