“No, I will not.”
“Why?”
“I have my reasons.”
“You’re awfully smart, boy; most too smart to live! But I am going to have what I want, understand that!”
With unsteady steps the man walked to the rear end of the counter and came around to the inner side. He was met by Matt, who, becoming alarmed, had picked up the butt-end of a fishing-rod with which to defend himself.
“You can’t come back here, sir.”
“Oh, yes, I can.”
“I say you cannot. The best thing you can do is to go elsewhere.”
“What! do you threaten me?”