“If you dare to mention that affair again,” he said, “I’ll brain you!” and he looked quite capable of carrying out his threat.
“We ought to be revenged upon him,” declared Bill, hurriedly, anxious to divert the wrath of the elder man into a channel less menacing to himself. “I have a plan——”
“Out with it!”
“The boy will have to come back along the same road.”
“Well?”
“Let’s lie in wait for him.”
“But he will have deposited the money in the bank. It will do no good——”
“Not in the way of money, but you can be revenged upon him for the way he treated you the other night.”
This allusion evoked another oath from the desperate and angry ruffian, but on the whole the plan pleased him. He thirsted for revenge upon the boy to whom he was indebted, not alone for foiling him in his attempted robbery, but who had entailed upon him so much physical suffering.
“There’s something in that,” he said. “If I get hold of him, I will give him something to remember me by!”