Dick Ferris' face grew black as he listened to the words.
"You're a nice aunt to me!" he stormed. "Just wait till I tell dad about it when he comes home next time."
But now Saunders had the fellow by the collar.
"Which is it, the money or the station-house?" he asked, shortly.
Dick Ferris looked into the determined black eyes, and then his courage oozed away.
"Will you promise not to do anything, if I give you fourteen dollars?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then here you are." He brought forth his pocket-book, and took out a roll of bills. "I didn't take your money, but it's no fun to be hauled up."
"Why, Dick, where did you get so much money?" cried Mrs. Ricket, in amazement.
"I earned it," replied the fellow, coolly. "Here you are, Saunders. Now, unlock the door and let me out."