“Where did you come from, you scamp?”
“I’m not a scamp, Carrow.”
“You—you——” blustered the farmer, hardly knowing what to say.
“I want no words with you,” replied Bob. “I merely meant to warn you. This is a swindle.”
“A swindle!” gasped Carrow.
“What’s that?” put in the sharper, roughly.
“I am talking to this man,” returned the young photographer.
“He says it’s a swindle,” put in Carrow.
“You had better mind your own business, young man. What right have you to interfere here?”
“The right of anybody to show you up,” returned Bob, bravely. “You sha’n’t swindle this man out of ten dollars if I can help it.”