"But you sha'n't get the chance," I put in; "that is, not if I can help it."
"You! why, do you know who you are?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are Felix Stillwell's nephew."
"And what of that?" I asked, wishing to draw him on.
"Oh, nothing, only you'll be sorry for what you've done."
"As Mr. Henshaw says, I'll risk it," I replied.
"You'll risk it?" he repeated, staring at me strangely.
"Yes, I'll risk it."
"You talk like a fool, Foster."