“He’s no friend of mine, Mr. Jukes,” denied Jack. “Can’t you see it all?”
“Why, the contemptible turn-coat is in with these rascals.”
“Impossible!”
“So, Judson,” went on Jack, “this is how you repay our kindness to you?”
“Your kindness,” sneered the boy. “I want none of it. I’m in with a good crowd now. Besides, I told you in Bomobori I didn’t want to go with your old expedition.”
“But you didn’t refuse the money I got you from Mr. Jukes,” said Jack.
“Oh, he’s made of money,” chuckled Donald, “and we mean to get some more of it.”
“You miserable young whelp,” panted the helpless millionaire, purple with rage, “if I had you in America——”
“And anyhow,” continued Judson, thoroughly enjoying this, “you are only getting what’s coming to you, Ready. In the States you tried to have me put in pris—er that is you wanted to tell lies about me.”