The old man wasn't at all pleased to see him. They were at it in no time, hammer and tongs. 'Not a cent,' the old man shouted. 'Not one cent now or when I'm dead. I intend to leave my money to the furtherance of my life's work. I've been talking it over with Mr. Schneider to-day.' And a bit more of the same. Young Bleibner lit out for Cairo right away."
"Was he in perfectly good health at the time?"
"The old man?"
"No, the young one."
"I believe he did mention there was something wrong with him. But it couldn't have been anything serious, or I should have remembered."
"One thing more, has Mr. Bleibner left a will?"
"So far as we know, he has not."
"Are you remaining with the expedition, Mr. Harper?"
"No, sir, I am not. I'm for New York as soon as I can square up things here. You may laugh if you like, but I'm not going to be this blasted old Men-her-Ra's next victim. He'll get me if I stop here."
The young man wiped the perspiration from his brow.
