“Then I cannot see how you’ll get there.”
“I can.”
“How?”
“You will give it to me,” was the almost threatening response.
“You were never more mistaken in your life.”
“Am I?”
“You are.”
“Then there is no need of further talk, for I can work my way to B——, and hold an interview with your father, who I believe will think it a small sum to stand between his son and——”
“He will not give you a cent.”
“Then I shall work my way back to Baltimore, tramp it, or beat the railroad, to Annapolis and see the commandant of the Naval Academy, and when I have had my interview with him somebody will find that they have made a mistake—that is all,” and Breslin arose to go.