"I know all about it."
"You lived near him, then?"
"I lived with him. To tell the whole story in a few words, I was brought up by Matt Rockwood, and I was at his side when he was killed by the Indians. But here is my boarding-house, and I don't care about going any farther."
"But I want to know more about my uncle."
"Come in, then."
I conducted him up stairs to Mrs. Greenough's kitchen; and, after ascertaining that my father was still very comfortable, I seated myself with Morgan Blair.
"It is a little odd that I should stumble upon you," said he.
"Rather," I replied; and it seemed to be another of my mishaps, for in him had appeared an heir to Matt Rockwood's little property, which had come into my possession.
I told him all about his uncle; how he had lived and how he had died.
"Did he have any property?" asked Blair.