"Another new one," he commented blandly.
"I have a mind—"
She paused midway in the sentence. She did not know what she had a mind to do, to tell the truth. Rosalind was completely dismayed. He meant to hold this thing over her; to terrorize her; perhaps—she turned cold at the thought—to attempt to employ her in some new lawless raid!
"Don't worry, ma'am," he said as if reading her thoughts. "I won't say a word to anybody. Lord! I wouldn't tell on you; I just can't, you see. That being the case, what's the use of my taking your money in that fashion and only creating bad feeling between us?"
The boldness of the fellow's assumption sickened her.
"Please allow me to pay," she said coldly.
He shook his head.
"We'll let it stand the way it is. I never squealed on a pal yet," he replied.
"I cannot remain under an obligation, no matter how unjust it may be," she declared in a firm voice. "I insist upon paying."
"There's no obligation, ma'am—not the least. The account's all square. I did the job; you made the getaway. It's a fifty-fifty proposition. I'm not doing you any favor."