"To tell me this."
"I am not fool enough to take all this trouble."
"Then I don't know."
"I want money, Peter."
Peter could not be said to change color, but he grew more ghastly than before, at this demand.
"I have nothing to give you," he said.
"Tell that to the marines. You must give me another thousand dollars."
"Another thousand dollars!" exclaimed the old man. "Where do you think I should get it? Did I not impoverish myself in satisfying your last demand, and have I not been obliged to live on bread and water since?"
Randall shrugged his shoulders.
"I dare say you have lived on bread and water, but as to being obliged to, that is nonsense. I ask you again, to give me a thousand dollars. You will have thousands left."