“I am afraid he’ll try to get even with you, Bernard,” he said apprehensively.
“No doubt he would if he got a chance.”
“But he can’t help having plenty of chances as you live in his house.”
“But I am not going to live there any longer, Nat.”
“What do you mean?”
“I shall run away.”
“You won’t do that, will you, Bernard? What will your guardian say? You have no one else to depend upon.”
“I don’t know.”
“But this is serious, Bernard.”
“I have myself.”