"The paper is worth every bit of a hundred dollars," said our hero, just to draw the rascal out, and learn if possible how valuable Rufus Cameron really considered the document.
"A hundred dollars! Nonsense! But I'll tell you what I'll do. I'm sorry I knocked you down at my aunt's house. I'll give you twenty-five dollars."
"When will you pay me?"
"Now," and Rufus Cameron brought forth a roll of bills.
"You can keep your money, Rufus Cameron."
"Eh?"
"I wouldn't touch a penny of it. Do you know what I think? I think you are a first-class scoundrel."
"What! This to me?" stormed the fellow, shoving his money back into his pocket.
"Yes, that to you. I am sorry Mrs. Parloe has such a rascal for a relative. Now, I am going to bid you good-day." And Nat began to move away.
"Come back here, you young villain!" cried Rufus Cameron.