“Then you better give ’em to me. You was a big fool to run away as you did. I was a-goin’ to make a good bargain fer yer.”
“Uncle Si, if you had sold those papers to that Mr. A. Q. Hopton, I could have had you arrested,” said Andy, quietly but firmly.
At these words the face of the shiftless man changed color, and his jaw dropped.
“Me? Arrested?” he stammered.
“Yes, arrested. I have had advice on the subject. You had no right to do a thing without the consent of the court.”
“Humph! so you have been to a lawyer, eh? Pretty way to do—not to trust your uncle, who allers did so well by yer. Has thet lawyer got them papers now?”
“I won’t tell you a word about the papers.”
“Humph! You ain’t got no right to run away like this.”
“I am not running away. I have a right to go where I please—and do as I please.”
“Who told you thet?”