"I noticed that you were startled," responded Bob, coolly. "But that isn't answering my question."
By this time Wolverton was on his feet, and had recovered his self-possession.
"What right have you to put questions to me, you young whelp?" he demanded, angrily.
"Because I suspect you of designs on my property."
"What do you mean?" snarled Wolverton.
"I will tell you; I think you meant to cut the rope, and send my boat adrift."
"How dare you insult me by such a charge?" demanded the agent, working himself into a rage.
"I have reason to think that you meant to do what I have said."
"Why should I do it?"
"In order to injure me by the loss of my wheat."