"You're a nice son, I must say," went on Sam Pepper. "This is what I git for raising you."
"I am not your son, Sam Pepper. As for what you've done for me, I'm willing to pay you for that. You let me leave without any fuss and I'll give you two dollars a week until the debt is paid."
"Two dollars a week aint much."
"It's all I can afford, with my other expenses."
"Reckon you don't care much for me, any more."
"I never did care for you, and you know it. I don't like drinking people and the other kind that hang around here. I want to become respectable and make something of myself."
"Aint I respectable?" roared Pepper, raising his fist in anger. "Say that again, and I'll knock you down."
"I said that I didn't like the crowd that hangs around here. I'm going to get out, whether you take up my offer or not."
"Then clear out—and the sooner the better. It's a pity I didn't kick you out," growled Sam Pepper, walking the floor savagely. "Go! go to-night!"
"I will," answered our hero.