"One who shall pay for it!" was the answer that came hissing through the young man's lips.
"Of course, one don't give kicks and expect farthings back; but who has got up pluck to try this with you, Dick? He must be mad to dare it."
"He is mad!" answered Storms, grinding his teeth. "Mad or not, no man but the master's son would have dared it."
"The master's son! Are you drunk or crazy, Dick Storms?"
"I almost think both. Who can tell?" muttered Dick. "But it's not with drink."
"The master's son! but where—when?"
"At your own house, where he has been more than once, when he thought sure to find Ruth alone."
"Dick Storms, this is a lie."
Dick burst into a hoarse laugh.
"A lie, is it? Go up yonder, now. Walk quick, and you'll see whether it is the truth or not."