"How fast you walk, Jeremiah!" He glared at her, and raised his hand with the intention of striking her, but she caught his arm and prevented him.
"Well, then!" he said, suddenly. "What do you come running after a fellow like that for? Just as if—" He did not finish the sentence.
"Just as if what, Jeremiah?" asked Mrs. Pamflett.
"Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies," he replied. "How is it that you're here instead of at Parksides?"
"Miser Farebrother sent me with a message to the telegraph office."
"A telegram!" he cried, all his fears reviving. "To whom?"
"To you, telling you to come here without a moment's delay."
"Oh, the old thief wants me?"
"He wants you badly, Jeremiah!"
"Does he? Was there nothing else in the telegram except that I was to come here without a moment's delay?"