he'll remember us now."

James looked thoughtful. He had never before heard of this
relationship, or he would have treated Herbert differently. The mere
fact of having a wealthy relative elevated our hero considerably in
his eyes. Then, too, there was a possibility that Herbert would turn
out a legatee.

"When is your uncle's funeral?" he inquired, after a pause.

"This afternoon."

"You won't get there in time. You had better get up and ride."

"No, I guess not."

"Well, perhaps I shall meet you at Randolph."

By this time the harness was repaired, the driver resumed his seat,
and whipped up the horses to make up for lost time.

"I'm glad I don't think as much of money as James Leech," thought
Herbert. "I suppose if my uncle would only leave us a good round sum,
he would forget that I once wore patched pants, and accept me as his
intimate friend."

This was exactly what James would have done, and Herbert showed that
he was not wholly without knowledge of the world in forming the
conjecture.