Mr. Norton watched me closely, but said no more until we were inside of the mill; then he slammed the door shut and faced me, his face growing dark with passion.
“Reuben!” he cried, savagely.
“Well, sir?” I returned.
“I want to talk to you.”
“What about?”
“What do you mean by trying to play an under hand game on me?” he demanded.
CHAPTER XI.
MR. NORTON’S MOVE.
It was plain to see that Mr. Norton was deeply angered; indeed, he seemed to be in as violent a rage as it is possible for a man to attain. His teeth were tightly closed, and his hands twitched nervously.
I made no reply to his last words, and then he went on,—