“I 'll be hanged if she will, unless she finds my pants,” Freeman growled.
“If you won't help me, I can't help you, Lem,” said Henrietta. “Just to tell on Mr. Todder will not help at all. Won't you just whisper to me where you got the money?”
“No, I won't! I'd rather be killed first!”
Freeman was throwing articles of clothing from Henrietta's closet upon the bedroom floor. She hardly glanced at him.
“Of course! I know where you got the money, Lem,” she said. “Your father gave it to you. Is n't that so?”
She saw the startled look in the boy's eyes.
“I won't say, I tell you!” he declared.
“Then your father did give it to you?”
“I won't tell you!”
“And I can tell Miss Susan your father gave it to you?”