“Spyin' on me, was you?” repeated Seth.
“Didn't I tell you that mindin' your own business was part of our dicker if you was goin' to stay at Eastboro lighthouse? Didn't I tell you that?”
The young man answered with a contemptuous shrug. Turning on his heel, he started to walk away. Atkins sprang after him.
“Answer me,” he ordered. “Didn't I say you'd got to mind your own business?”
“You did,” coldly.
“You bet I did! And was you mindin' it?”
“No. I was minding yours—like a fool. Now you may mind it yourself.”
“Hold on there! Where you goin'?”
“Back to the lights. And you may go to the devil, or anywhere else that suits your convenience, and take your confounded menagerie with you.”
“My menag—What on earth? Say, hold on! Mercy on us, what's that?”