"Well?"
"That boy, Mark, I am sure is scheming to rob you."
"What do you know of Mark?"
"I know the reputation he bears in the town. I know he has been discharged from the shoe-shop."
"Who told you?"
"Two boys whom I met. One is the son of Mark's employer."
"I know the boys you mean. They dislike Mark, but I prefer him to them."
A noise was heard at the door, and Mark entered.
He looked in surprise at the visitor, whom he instantly recognized.
"You see, Mark," said the hermit, "my nephew has kindly called to see me again. He felt anxious about my health."
"I feel relieved to find you so much better, uncle," said Lyman, by no means abashed at the hermit's ironical words.
"It is the more creditable to him, this solicitude, because he had only money enough to pay his fare one way. Mark, you may give him five dollars."
"Very well, sir,"
Mark drew a five-dollar gold piece from his pocket, and handed it to Lyman.
"Does Mark carry all your money, uncle?" asked Lyman.
"Not quite all."
"I hope he won't take a fancy to travel at your expense."
Mark's face flushed indignantly, but he left old Anthony to answer for him.
"I have perfect confidence in Mark," he said.
"Thank you, sir," Mark responded, gratefully.
"Have you anything for me to do this morning?" the boy asked.
"No; I will give you a list of articles which you may bring me from the village to-morrow."
"Then I will return, as I have some work to do at home."
"Very well."
"I will go along with you, Mark," said Lyman, suddenly.
"If you wish," answered Mark, but he would rather have gone alone.
"Good-by, Uncle Anthony. It may be a good while before I see you again. If you need me at any time, write or telegraph."
"I will bear it in mind," said the old man, dryly.
Mark and the dutiful nephew left the cabin together.
"You've got a soft place, youngster," Lyman began.
"I have an easy place, and a kind employer," said Mark.
"So you carry the old man's money, hey?"
"Some of it," answered Mark, eying his companion, suspiciously.
"Don't looked scared, boy. I'm not going to rob you. I only want to ask you a few questions. How much money did you and he take from that buried jar the other day?"
"Who told you about it?" asked Mark, in surprise.
"O, I know more about the old man's affairs than you suppose," chuckled Lyman.
"I can't tell you."
"Won't, you mean," returned Lyman, scowling.
"I have no right to do so."
"Look here, boy, do you know that I am my uncle's heir?"
"He never told me so."
"Then I tell you so."
"I hear you, sir."
"I'll tell you something else. I believe you are trying to worm yourself into my uncle's confidence, so as to rob him—and me."
"Your thinking so doesn't make it so," said Mark, angrily.
"I warn you that you had better think twice before you play such a dangerous game. You have a bad reputation in the village."
"Who told you so?" demanded Mark, indignantly.
"Two of your companions."
"James Collins and Tom Wyman probably!" said Mark, contemptuously.
"I know you were discharged from your place in the shoe-shop."