But Clem, who had turned back to work on the car said curtly:
“When I get ready. In a few days, perhaps.”
“No chance, then, for us to get away together?”
“None in the least.”
“Well, I’m glad you got in. Of course you had no trouble. Your father gave his—”
“Look here, Richards!” Clem turned toward the younger boy almost savagely. “I don’t see that you need to concern yourself with what I’ve done, or doing. As for Dad, you ought to be satisfied after what you got out of the company.”
“Oh! So that’s what’s the matter with you, eh? Sore about that; are you? Well, you know I wanted to divide; I wanted to be fair to you. It was not my—”
“I didn’t see you breaking any bones in an effort to be fair.”
“If you say I didn’t want to be fair, that I was entirely satisfied in taking all that money, then, Stapley, you lie!”