He hardly knew what to think. Anthony was not the man to waste money on extravagant2 living, but then he might have made poor investments, and reduced himself to a pittance3. Cases of that kind were common enough in California, as Lyman knew well enough.
He preferred, however, to think that his uncle had turned miser4, and was still the possessor of a handsome fortune. In that case, as the only near relative, it ought to come to him some day.
"Let me see," he mused5, "how old is Uncle Anthony! Fifty-nine!" he resumed, after a mental calculation. "That isn't very old, but he looks a good deal older. He is about played out—a physical wreck," he reflected, complacently6, "and may not live a year.
"In that damp cabin it could not be expected. Of course it's his own lookout7. If he chooses to live there, I don't see that it's any of my business. I ought to come to a friendly understanding with him, and get him to recognize me as his heir. I dare say he's got his money hidden away in some out-of-the-way place. It would be a sorry joke if he should die, and it shouldn't be found."
Lyman shuddered8 uneasily, as he thought of this contingency9.
"He ought to place his money in charge of some competent manager," he resumed. "I'd take care of it myself, and save him all business cares, if he'd let me."
Lyman did not appreciate the absurdity10 of this plan. Few persons think themselves unfit to be trusted with money. What he thought of his own honesty can only be conjectured11. Probably he did not regard himself with the eyes of those who knew him.
Such thoughts were passing through the mind of the hermit's nephew, as he was traveling from New York to Pocasset. Arrived at the depot12, he set out for the village at a brisk pace.
Presently he espied13 in advance of him a couple of boys, whose figures looked familiar. It did not take him long to recall the two boys he had met in the pasture on his former visit. Of course they were James and Tom.
"Just the ones I want to see," he said to himself. "I may get some news from them."
He quickened his pace, and soon overtook them.
"Good morning, young gentlemen!" he said, urbanely14. "I believe we have met before."
The boys turned around. They, too, recognized him.
"Yes, sir," answered James. "You are old Anthony's nephew."
"The same! I am glad you remember me. Have you seen or heard of my uncle lately?"
"Yes; we saw him yesterday in the wood."
"Has he recovered from his rheumatic attack?"
"I guess so," said Tom. "He is looking pretty well now."
"I came down to inquire his condition. I am his only relative, and though he is prejudiced against me, I can't help feeling anxious about his health. Can you tell me anything about him?"
"He has that boy, Mark Manning, about him all the time."
"What can be the boy's object in keeping company with a poor old man, who has no way of rewarding him?"
"I am not so sure about that," said James.
"About what?" asked Lyman, quickly.
"About his being poor."
"Have you any reason to think my uncle has money?" asked Lyman, eagerly, fixing a sharp glance of inquiry15 on the speaker.
James looked at Tom, as if to consult him about the propriety16 of telling what he knew.
"As I am his nephew and only relation, and—heir," continued Lyman, "you can freely tell me anything you have found out."
"Would you?" asked James, turning to his companion.
"I don't see why not," returned Tom.
"Then," said James, who rather enjoyed the prospect17 of telling the story, "I'll tell you what I saw the other day—that is, Tom and I."
"Yes, yes, what did you see?" interrupted Lyman, eagerly.
"We were out in the woods about a quarter of a mile from the hermit's cabin, when we all at once heard voices. Slipping behind a tree we saw old Anthony and Mark coming along. Mark had a spade over his shoulder. We wondered what it all meant, and so kept hidden. Well, the two came up to a big tree, and then measured with a tape measure to a place about a rod distant. Then old Anthony took the spade and began to dig. But I guess he got tired, for pretty soon he gave the spade to Mark, and got him to dig."
"Well?" ejaculated Lyman, who was listening with intense interest.
"Pretty soon he struck something hard. It turned out to be an earthen pot with a cover."
"Did they take it up?"
"No; but Mark took off the cover, and then took out, oh, such a lot of gold pieces."
"Just what I thought!" exclaimed Lyman, in excitement. "I was sure my uncle kept his money hidden in the ground somewhere. Do you know how much money he took out of the jar?"
"There must have been hundreds of dollars—maybe a thousand."
"And what then?"
"The cover was put on again, and then Mark filled up the hole, and covered it with leaves, so that nobody would think the ground had been disturbed, then they went away."
"That shows there must be more money there, don't you think so?"
"Of course, or they wouldn't have taken so much trouble to cover it up again," answered James, readily.
"You are right. I see you are sharp. What a fine detective you would make!"
James looked pleased at this compliment, and it inclined him in favor of the appreciative18 stranger.
"Do you think," asked Lyman, after a pause, "you could find the spot again?"
"Yes, I guess so. Why?"
"I should like to go there."
"But," objected James, cautiously, "what would you do if you found it?"
"I would dig down and find the jar."
"But you would have no right to do that; the money belongs to old Anthony."
"Who is my uncle. But you are mistaken. I don't want to take it. I want to see if the gold is still there."
"Why shouldn't it be?"
"Because," answered Lyman, with a lucky thought, "the boy knows where it is. What is to prevent his going there by himself and carrying off all there is. My uncle would have no proof that it was he."
"I never thought of that," said James, quickly. "It would be just like Mark."
"Do you think he is honest?"
"I wouldn't answer for him. He is a poor boy."
"Exactly, and the gold would be a great temptation. As the legal heir of Uncle Anthony, I think I ought to look into the matter. Suppose my uncle should die, wouldn't this Mark get the money, even if he hasn't done it already, and no one would be the wiser?"
"Of course!" James readily assented19. "What do you want us to do?"
"Lead me to the place, and let me see for myself if the money is still there."
"Shall we, Tom?"
"I think it would be only fair."
"Then come along. I'll get a spade from the house as we pass."
The spade was obtained, and the three set out for the wood.
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