Dod Hunter put back his head and laughed. “That’s a good un! What’s he done accordin’ to your idea of it?”
“He attempted my life.”
“For why? I reckon most any man that’s set upon at night by a passel o’ ruffians is goin’ to fight for his freedom, his life, and anythin’ else he wants to keep. You might as well give in, Hump.”
“If it’s a life for a life,” said Agnes, “perhaps you don’t know who saved Honey from drowning and brought him back.” She turned to her uncle.
“It was Jimmy O’Neill.”
“It was Jimmy O’Neill who first saved him, but it was Parker Willett who rowed out when the raft was going to pieces, and who, at the risk of his own life brought Jimmy and Honey ashore, and it was he who found out where Honey belonged and brought him to Uncle Dod’s.”
Humphrey’s head dropped.
“That’s all so, Hump,” Dod said. “Park’s modest, and wouldn’t let me tell it, but insisted on Jimmy’s having all the credit.”
“If I’d ’a’ known that,” muttered Hump—then he growled out “but he’s got a forged will.”
“A forged will? Who says so?”