"No, I didn't. It didn't come from your house."
"Where did it come from?"
"Mrs. Burton gave it to me—for my birthday."
"I don't believe it. It's one of your lies. Give it to me this instant."
Poor Sam became desperate. What! was he to lose the only money of any account which he ever possessed? He was not brave, but he made a stand here.
"You have no right to it," he said, passionately. "It's mine. Mrs. Burton gave it to me."
"I tell you it's a lie. Even if she had done so I should have the right, as your uncle, to take it from you. Give it to me!"
"I won't!" said Sam, desperately.
"Won't, hey?" repeated Wolverton, grimly. "Well, we'll see about that."