"Smoking is good for the dyspepsy," was the reply. "You give me the money an' I'll pay the bills," and then, when Andy still refused, the uncle waited until pay-day and went to the lumber camp and collected his nephew's wages. This brought on more trouble, and, because of this, Andy lost his position. It was midwinter, and to get another job was by no means easy. The youth tramped from place to place, but without success. The money in the hands of Josiah Graham was running low, and he was constantly "nagging" Andy to go and do something. He was perfectly able to look for work himself, but was too indolent to make the effort. He preferred to sit in front of the blazing fire and give advice. Once or twice a week he would shuffle off to the village, two miles away, to sit behind the pot stove in the general store and listen to the news. "The laziest man in the whole district," declared the storekeeper. "It's a pity he showed up to bother Andy Graham. I think the boy could have done better without him." And this verdict was shared by many. But nobody dared to tell Josiah Graham, for fear of provoking a quarrel with the man. As mentioned before, Andy's father had left fifteen hundred dollars. He had also bequeathed to his son, when he should become of age, an interest in a large timber tract in upper Michigan. On his deathbed the father had secretly given his son some papers referring to the land, telling him to beware or some "lumber sharks" would get the better of him and take his property away. Andy now had these papers hidden in a box under his bed. He had not told his uncle of them, feeling that his relative was not capable of looking after his rights. Andy's education was somewhat limited, yet he knew a great deal more than did Josiah Graham, who had been too lazy to attend school, even when he had the chance. "I'll keep the papers secret," the lad told himself, "and some day, when I get the chance and have the money, I'll go down to Bangor or Portland and get a lawyer to look into the matter for me. If I let Uncle Si have them he'll allow the land sharks to cheat me out of everything." Andy's father had been more or less of a hunter, and the boy took naturally to a rifle and a shotgun. He was a fair marksman, and the winter previous had laid low three deer and a great variety of small game. One of the deer had been brought down on a windy day and at long range, and of that shot he was justly proud. The venison and other meat had come in handy at the cabin, and the deer skins and the horns of a buck had brought him in some money that was badly needed.