"Humph!"
"You can sneer if you wish—but I am going away,—and I'll do the best I can for myself."
"Going away to have a good time, I suppose. As soon as your money is gone you'll be back on my hands."
"No, I won't be back."
"Well, you shan't go away with my money," and now the lawyer tightened his grip on his step-son's arm.
"Your money?" came from Mark. "What little I have is my own."
"Really?" And Jadell Powers' face took on a sour look.
"Yes, really. I've only got seven dollars, but every penny of that I saved myself—out of the little spending money you allow me, and out of what I got when I sold that old sled and pair of skates I had."
"Mark, you're a cute rascal, but your story won't hold water. You've got three hundred dollars that belongs to me!"
"Three hundred dollars?" gasped the youth, in amazement.