"If you folks will keep quiet long enough for me to do so, I will read the remainder of the instrument," Judge Waddams said sharply. They subsided. But there were few but red and wrathful faces in the company. Icivilla Potts was almost bursting with rage. Judge Waddams continued. The residue of the estate, which would amount, after all bills were settled and fees paid, to about six thousand dollars, was to be divided equally between Hephzibah Bassett and Tobias Bassett, of Twin Rocks Light, the two relatives of all Captain Jethro Potts’s clan, as the will stated, who had never made him feel that they were covetous of his money or wished him out of the way that they might get it. "Oh, sugar!" murmured Tobias, actually disturbed. "Too bad Cap’n Jethro felt that way about it. I don’t believe _all_ of them wished him dead." Judge Waddams looked scornfully over the company now expressing to each other in no unmistakable terms their disappointment and chagrin, and observed to the lightkeeper: "There’s a-many people’s feet feel that itch for dead men’s shoes, Tobias. I’m glad you and Miss Heppy were favored by Cap’n Jethro. I know of none of his family more deserving." "Oh, sugar!" rejoined the lightkeeper, "I cal’late Cap’n Jethro didn’t much consider me and Heppy’s deserts. It was to satisfy his own grudge ag’in ’em that he done this. Still, we are as near to him in blood as ary one of the others. And we didn’t never cal’late on getting his money, though I’m frank to say we hoped he’d give us some if he died first. "Wal, Judge, when you want Heppy and me to sign papers we’ll meet you at the Clinkerport Bank. This ain’t no place for me just now. Icivilly could purt’ near tear me apart. I am going to escape while the escapin’ is good," Tobias concluded, chuckling. He could not play the hypocrite by commiserating with the disappointed crowd. Nor did he wish any of them to congratulate him when their hearts were not at all attuned to such feeling. "Least said, soonest mended," Tobias secretly observed. "Give ’em time to trim their sails. But won’t Heppy be purt’ near surprised to death over this? Oh, sugar!" He was in no mood to discuss the surprising outcome of the funeral of Captain Jethro Potts, even to the curious Clinkerport folks who knew of the reason for his trip down the coast, and who saw him alight from the up train that afternoon. "Wal, how’d ye make out, Tobias?" asked Ben Durgin, the Clinkerport station agent. "Purt’ tollerble," responded the lightkeeper cheerfully. "Though my feet do ache some in these shoes." "Did your Uncle Jethro leave much, Tobe?" asked a bolder spirit. "Wal, as the feller said, he left the earth," chuckled Tobias. "I say!" exclaimed Ezra Crouch, whose bump of inquisitiveness could only be equaled by Amos Pickering, the mail carrier’s, "didn’t they read the will, Tobias?" "Oh, sugar! Yes. So they did," agreed the lightkeeper. "Wal, then, who’s to get his money?"