“You ought to pay the boy what is coming to him,” put in Frank Landes.
“Not a cent,” returned the farmer, decidedly.
“You had better, Carrow. If you don’t, I’ll help him take his case to the nearest justice and testify as to how you’ve been treating him.”
“You villain!”
“Softly, sir. You had no more right to hit that boy than you had to hit me. The best thing you can do is to settle up with him.”
Joel Carrow breathed hard. He wanted to say something sharp, to tear somebody to pieces, but he didn’t dare to make a move, and there was really nothing to say.
Frank Landes turned to Bob.
“How much does he owe you?” he asked.
“Five dollars on this month, and three on last.”
“Then, Carrow, pay the boy eight dollars and let him go.”