“Well,” he said, cautiously, “what do you want?”
“Tim has sent us for you!” answered the two, in unison.
“What does he want of me?”
“He wants you to come home. He says he can’t get along without you.”
“He will have to get along without me,” said the boy, independently. “Tell him I’m not goin’ back!”
“You’re wrong, Dodger,” said Hooker, shaking his head, solemnly. “Ain’t he your father?”
“No, he ain’t.”
“He says he is,” continued Hooker, looking puzzled.
“That don’t make it so.”
“He ought to know,” put in Briggs.