"Ha! I thought you might be here!" roared Jadell Powers. "I've caught you nicely!" He grabbed the youth by the arm. "What are you doing with that bag?"
"It's my bag, and I am going away!" retorted Mark. "Let go of me!"
"Let go? Not much, young man! I have caught you red-handed!"
"I don't know what you mean by red-handed," said Mark, doggedly. "I am going away and that is all there is to it. You shan't stop me!"
"If you talk like that, do you know what I'll do?" stormed Jadell Powers. "I'll hand you over to the police!"
"You have no right to do that."
"Yes, I have!"
"You have not. I have done no wrong. You want to make a regular slave of me, but I won't stand it. I'm going to strike out for myself."
"Tut! tut, a fine way for a boy of your age to speak! You ought to be in a—a reformatory this minute! This is what I get for trying to make a man of you!"
"I don't want to be a lawyer, and I'm not going to copy legal documents all day long," answered Mark, as determinedly as ever.