Damn all treachery!" he growled, as he stalked off to bed.
He felt that he was powerless in his calculating friend's hands, and yet, the possibilities of a coming future swept him from his feet.

He wanted money now but for one purpose--revenge upon Arthur Ferris.
"Of course," he growled, "the dog knew the whole deal, and has been a secret guardian over me, in the interest of the thief who has robbed my father's grave.

Poor, dear old Dad! If he had only remembered these cheap lands and set them aside for me.

It was the only real estate holding forgotten in the hard-driven bargain which vastly enriched old Hugh.

But old Hugh shall pay; yes, to the last farthing.