A Cousin's Conspiracy: or, A Boy's Struggle for an Inheritance

“I will. I cannot refuse the request of a dying man.” Ernest brought Frank to the bedside of his dying uncle. It was a sad interview. Frank was moved, but John Fox, seeing him strong, handsome, robust, felt comforted.

“He at least has profited by the fate that overtook his father and myself. I shall die content, for I leave him in good hands. Don’t let him think too hardly of us!”

“I will not. So far as I can compass it, his future life shall be happy.”

The dying outlaw reached out his hand and pressed Ernest’s gratefully. A day later he was dead.