Speak when you are spoken to!"
"All right," replied Fremont. "I'm spoken to now. Did you
steal the Tolford will out of the envelope that night? If
you are the heir who has been trying to get it, you certainly
got a chance then."
Big Bob started violently, walked rapidly for a few moments,
and then dropped back to Fremont's side, just as the boy had
figured on his doing. This talk of the Tolford estate seemed
to be attractive to the fellow. Fremont saw that it was, but
could find no reason why it should be unless, indeed, he had
hit on the truth in one of his questions, and the fellow was
really an heir.
"What do you know about that will?" Big Bob asked as he took
step with his prisoner.
"Not a thing, except that it has been in good demand for a
long time, and that it has made trouble for Mr. Cameron."
"You have had charge of the Tolford papers, including the will,
on several occasions? You have taken the papers to and from the bank?"
"Sure," answered Fremont. "Where did you learn so much?"
"Never mind! You would know the will if you saw it anywhere?"
"No; I never looked at it."
It seemed to the boy that this answer brought forth a sigh of
relief from the breast of the big fellow, so he decided to
keep on with his questions about the will.
"You have seen the will?" he asked.
"Never. What caused you to think I had seen it?"
"You talk so much about it."
Big Bob grunted and walked on in silence. Fremont turned back
for an instant and swept his eyes over the slope, hoping to
catch sight of one of the Black Bears.
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