Dropped, cast off like a squeezed lemon." Clayton's eyes gleamed in a sudden rage.
"Have you saved much ?" demanded his friend.

Clayton shook his head.

"I have a couple of thousand in bank, that's all." "Then you are dependent upon this old skinflint's bounty," answered the lawyer, "for you have no profession, no backing, no capital.
He wished to leave you helpless in his hands; I see it all.

The crafty old fox! To watch you during your boyhood, to railroad you away from Michigan, and to hoodwink you as to your possible rights.
Never mind, old man; I will be back in three months, and if you will confide in me, we may frighten a good sum out of Worthington.
"But you must let this annual election go on undisturbed.

Smile and keep your counsel.