“Expecting an attack, sir?” he asked, respectfully.
Jack bit his lips, and glared.
“Well, of all the cheek, you take the cake!” he murmured, to himself. “I’ve a good mind to settle your hash!”
Aloud he said:
“Suppose you come over here and sit down on the porch and have a talk—until the police come!”
For he knew they must come; and while he had not yet made up his mind what he would say to them, he had decided that he would not let this man get away before John returned.
“The police?” said the man with a surprised air. “What are the police coming for, may I ask?”
“You know as well as I do! Don’t try to pull off that kind of stuff!” exploded the boy. “Anna’s told us all about it.”
The man cast a reproachful look at his daughter.
“I had to, Pa! They were going to turn you over to the police,” she explained.