“I ain’t goin’ to,” answered Josiah Graham. “Andy, you open thet door, or I’ll bust it in!”
“Don’t you dare break down the door!” answered Andy, in increased alarm. “If you do—I’ll—I’ll—Well, remember, I’ve got my gun—and it’s loaded, too.”
“Don’t ye shoot! Don’t ye shoot!” yelled Uncle Si, in sudden terror, and he backed away several steps. “Don’t ye dare! Oh, was ever there sech a boy!”
“Do you think he’d dare to shoot?” asked the real estate dealer.
“I dunno. He’s got lots o’ spirit sometimes.”
“Maybe we had better try to reason with him.”
“All right.” Josiah Graham raised his voice. “Andy, this is all—er—foolishness. Come out o’ there.”
To this the youth did not answer. He was considering what he had best do next. He did not want to shoot anybody, and he was afraid that the two men would in some manner get the better of him and take away the papers.
“Andy, do ye hear me? Come out—I ain’t goin’ to hurt ye.”
“You’ll take those papers away from me.”