"I don't suppose I can help him."
"No, I'm afraid not. Still, do all you can. It is barely possible that Major Webster, or some of the officers who are stationed at Kentfield, may be able to put you on the track, but I doubt it. Well, I think I'll have to go down to the bank now. I'll see you to-night, and say good-bye in the morning."
Not long after Mr. Hamilton had left, and while Dick was in his room, packing some of his belongings, a maid who was new in the house came to inform him that a visitor was in the library.
"Who is it?" he asked. "I don't know, but it's someone. Master Dick, who your dog doesn't like, for he's growling something fierce."
"I'll come down," said the young millionaire, and he hurried to the library. As he entered a tall, thin man, with a curious little bunch of whiskers on his chin, arose.
"Well, I must say, Nephew Richard," he began, in a rasping voice, "that this is a nice reception for me. Your horrible beast nearly bit me. The house is no place for dogs."
"I'm sorry that Grit annoyed you. Uncle Ezra," said Dick as he recognized the miserly man whom he had once visited.
"Hum!" grunted the old man. "If I hadn't stood on a chair he would have bit me, and then
