“Yours?” said the old fellow, roughly.
“Mine? Hang it, man; no.”
Geoffrey turned to the girl, and looked at her, laughing merrily; but this seemed to irritate the old man, who came fiercely from behind the granite block, thrusting his hands far down into his pockets, and scowling angrily.
“Look here, young man,” he said, hoarsely, “you’re a stranger here, and don’t know us.”
“Not yet,” said Geoffrey, “but I dare say I soon shall.”
“Take your money, and don’t come again,” said the old man, hoarsely.
“You are a nice, pleasant-spoken old gentleman,” said Geoffrey, nonchalantly, as he coolly opened the paper bag, and took out one of the sticks of candy. “Have a sweet?”
The man uttered a fierce growl that sounded like an oath, and took a step forward in a menacing way, but the girl sprang forward, and threw her arm across his chest.
“D’yer want me to hurl you off the rocks?” he said savagely.
“Be quiet, father,” cried the girl. “The gentleman means no harm.”