"Look here, boy, I am not a man to be trifled with!" he whispered, fiercely. "Let me see the paper, and it will be all right. But if you won't, I'll make a whole lot of trouble for you."
"Let go of me!" and Nat tried to pull himself away.
"You stole this ring while you were upstairs," said Rufus Cameron, quickly, and, putting his hand in Nat's side pocket, he brought it out again with a diamond ring.
"I—I never saw that ring before," gasped Nat.
"You stole it, I say, and unless you behave yourself, I'll have you arrested," went on Rufus Cameron, coldly.
Nat was dumfounded, but like a flash he saw through the trick that the man wanted to play on him.
"You can't fool me, Mr. Rufus Cameron," said he, sharply. "Let me go, or I'll have you hauled up in court for this. Your dirty trick won't work with me."
Rufus Cameron fell back, crestfallen. He had not anticipated such bravery on our hero's part. He was a coward at heart, and too much liquor had somewhat muddled his brain.
"Then you won't show me the document?" he muttered.
"No."