“You are a great bluffer, Bill, but Sam hasn’t the nerve. The chances are that he is already on his ways to the street. He knows better than to try to carry this thing through with me.”
“Here, Sam!” savagely called Bill. “Come back here!”
Still there was no answer.
“Go!” commanded Jarvis in a sudden terrible tone, pointing toward the door. “Go at once, and never trouble me again! If you do, I’ll put you where the dogs will not disturb you!”
But Bill was a stayer, and he declined to be baffled in such a manner.
“I have come for more money, and I’ll stay here till I get it,” he declared.
Jarvis took a step toward the push button.
“Don’t touch it!” grated Bill, also stepping forward, and at the same time thrusting one hand into his bosom. “If you do I’ll cut your heart out!”
Jarvis seemed to hesitate, and the ruffian fancied he was intimidated.
“I mean business,” Bill asserted. “You cough up, or I will carve you!”