“You’re better off where you are,” he said, rather impatiently.
“But they have locked me up here.”
“And reason enough, too!”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because you’re crazy as a loon.”
“Did the black man say that?” inquired Dodger, indignantly.
“Yes, he did—said you tried to kill your mother, and had a carving-knife hidden in the room.”
“It’s a lie—an outrageous lie!” exclaimed Dodger, his eyes flashing.
“Don’t go into one of your tantrums,” said the man, rather alarmed; “it won’t do any good.”
“But I want you to understand that I am no more crazy than you are.”