Mark didn’t pay any attention. “Have you taken any money?” he said. “Have you s-s-signed anythin’?”
“I’m just a-goin’ to,” says Mr. Tidd. “I’m a-gittin’ what I kin. The engine’s gone—lost! I’m gittin’ what I kin.”
Well, Mark just reached for that paper and mussed it all up in his hand. He was so mad his fat cheeks shook. “You,” says he to Carver, “git right out of here! G-g-git!”
“Marcus,” says his father, in that mild way of his.
“He’s tryin’ to cheat you. He’s in with Batten and them folks.”
Uncle Ike and Mr. Whiteley and dad and I were all standing in the hall. Now Mr. Whiteley stepped into the room.
“I don’t know who you are,” says he to the lawyer, “but if you know what’s good for you you’ll take the first train out of town.”
“YOU GIT RIGHT OUT OF HERE! G-G-GIT!”
“But,” says Mr. Tidd, “but my turbine’s gone, and he’ll give me seven hundred—”