“No; I don’t think I did.”
“You’d ought to have stayed.”
“I couldn’t stay on the salary you offered. But, Mr. Tripp, I’ve come here on business.”
“Hey? What about?”
“Your nephew, Walter Bruce, is staying at our house.”
“Is he?” returned Silas Tripp, indifferently.
“And he is sick.”
“I don’t feel no interest in him,” said Silas, doggedly.
“Are you willing to pay his expenses? He has no money.”
“No, I ain’t,” snarled Silas. “Ef you take him you take him at your own risk.”