"Probably Parasyte told his own story," I replied, willing to shield my uncle as much as possible.
"What did your uncle say to you when you went home?" asked Bob Hale, full of interest and sympathy.
"We had some words, and he disowned and cast me out—to use his own expression."
"Turned you out of house and home!" exclaimed Tom Rush.
"That was what he meant."
"Don't mind it, Ernest," interposed Bob. "You shall come to my house."
"I can take care of myself, I think," was my reply, rather proudly spoken.
"Of course you can; but you shall have half my bed and half my dinner as long as I have any."
"We will talk that over another time, Ernest; for at present we have a big job on our hands."