"Does that mean that you're going to keep me here, whether I want to stay or not?" the boy asked quickly.
"Not just that, perhaps, but it does mean that I'm going to keep you here for a little while, David, until you've come to your senses and——"
"I'll yell!" David stated.
"Eh?"
"If you try to keep me here I'll yell until everybody in the house comes in to see what's happening!"
Anthony laughed quietly.
"Don't be ridiculous, David," he said. "I've lived here for years, and they will know perfectly well that I'm not injuring you in any way."
"Oh!" gasped David.
"So just sit down again and consider what I have offered you. Sit still for just one minute and consider—and then give me your answer."
Finger-tips drumming, benevolent gaze beaming over his glasses, the unusual Anthony waited. David's scared eyes roved the room, wandered over Johnson Boller, reading his paper, and finally settled so steadily on that gentleman that he looked up and, looking, read David's mind and shrugged his shoulders.