"I was thinking of doing so, but I can't keep this money out of my mind."
"Why need you trouble yourself about that?" demanded the father impatiently.
"It was lost in your boat, and I am very anxious that it should be found. I'm sure Mr. Randall thinks you've got it."
"Well, he searched me, and found out that I hadn't got it—didn't he?" added Mr. Wilford, with a sickly smile.
"I don't like to have you suspected of such a thing, and for that reason I want to find the money."
"You can't find it, and I tell you he hasn't lost any money. He's going to cheat the bank or his creditors out of six thousand dollars."
"I don't believe he would do such a thing as that."
"We have looked everywhere for the money, and it can't be found. It's no use to bother any more about the matter. It's gone, and that's the end of it—if he lost it at all. You have looked all over the ferry-boat, and it isn't there. If it had been floating in the lake, you couldn't help seeing it. Now, you better take your boat and row up the lake till you meet the steamer."
"I'm going pretty soon."
"Better go now. I'm going up after a drink of water. If you don't go pretty soon, you will be too late to do any good on board the steamer," said Mr. Wilford, hoping, if he left the spot, his son would depart also.