“Mr. Savage, I’m not going back to the farm with you!” he said.
“What’s that?”
“I say I’m not going back to the farm. I’m done working for you. Besides, I don’t see why you should want in your house a boy whom you consider a thief. I’m done with you forever!”
If a bomb had been exploded under the feet of Mr. Peter Savage, he could not have been more surprised.
CHAPTER XVII
A NEW HOME
“Look a-here, Dan Hardy!” sputtered Mr. Savage, “don’t ye talk that way t’ me. I say ye’re goin’ back t’ th’ farm, an’ back ye shall go. Th’ idea! After all I done fer ye, now ye’re out on bail, an’ ye won’t come an’ work fer me.”
“Why didn’t you offer to go his bond, if you are so anxious to have him come and work for you?” asked Mr. Harrison.
“Wa’al, I—er—that is I was—What’s that your business, anyhow?” burst out Mr. Savage, for the question confused him. “I say he’s comin’ back with me. Come here, young man, step lively.”
“I’m not going with you, Mr. Savage,” answered Dan firmly.
“I say ye be! Squire, make him come. I’ve got a claim on him.”