"I'll teach you a lesson, you young rascal!"
"Let go of me, Uncle Felix!" I cried. "Let go, or I'll—I'll——"
"What will you do?" he sneered.
"Never mind; only you may be sorry if you don't."
His only reply was to tighten his hand upon my collar in such a way that I was in immediate danger of being strangled.
"I'll choke you to death, if you don't tell!" he cried. "Speak up instantly."
"I don't know."
His hand tightened.
"Will you tell?"
I did not reply. I saw that he meant what he said, and I was busy trying to think how to defend myself.