“Say, Bill, you seem to be down on him more than any of us,” came from Casco.
“So I am.”
“What’s the reason?”
“That’s my affair.”
“Oh, if you’re going to be so close-mouthed about it——” began Casco, coldly.
“That boy’s father did me an injury once, and I haven’t forgotten it,” returned Barker.
“Who was his father?”
“Never mind that. He had me jugged, and that’s enough.”
“And now the old man’s dead, you are going to take it out of the boy, eh?”
“And so would you, if you had been treated as I have been. I am not one of the forgiving or forgetting kind.”