"You heard Clinch say that I did not do half as much work as you did?"
"Yes; I heard that; but it was not my fault."
"I didn't do any more than I could help, and you put in all you knew how. If you hadn't come, Clinch never would have suspected that I wasn't doing enough for a boy. I don't believe in breaking your back for six dollars a week. But never mind that now. When can I see you and talk over this other matter with you?"
"I can tell you now all I know," I replied.
"I think I shall go up the Missouri, if I have any chance of finding my uncle."
"You can't go up this season. No steamers leave so late as this. When did you see your uncle?"
"I never saw him, and I shouldn't know him if I met him to-night. He has been up in the woods for twenty years, I believe."
"What is his name?"
"Rockwood."