"Look here a minute, sonny; I want to say something to you."
The boy saw him, made a face at him, and retorted:
"I don’t want to talk with you! Keep your dirty hands off me! You’re going to git it in the neck for fair, all right, all right."
"Come here, boy!" grated Uric. "If you know when you’re well off, you’ll do as I say."
But the boy was not at all impressed, and he tried to break from Scudder’s grasp. In the excitement this struggle was not observed at once, although the boy shrilly shouted:
"Leggo! leggo! Get away from me!"
Scudder tried to put a hand over the boy’s mouth, while he said in his ear:
"I’ll give you five dollars for that letter."
"Leggo!" squawked the boy.
"Ten dollars!" offered Uric.