"I understand you, Mr. Brandon. Because I wouldn't give you the money that I need to support my mother, you meanly and maliciously plot to take away my means of living."
"You wouldn't give me your money to take care of for you."
"You take care of my money for me!" returned Grit disdainfully. "I know very well how you would take care of it. You've already spent a part of the five dollars you received for stolen property at the tavern, and the result is that you can't walk straight."
"You lie! I can walk as straight as you!" said Brandon, and proceeded to prove it by falling against a tree, and recovering his equilibrium with difficulty.
"I see you can," said Grit sarcastically.
"Of course I can. Where did you get that boat? Is it the same——"
"The same you stole from me? No, it isn't."
"Have you bought it?" inquired Brandon, with a cunning look.
"No, I haven't, and I don't intend to buy another boat for you to sell. I have borrowed it of my friend, Jesse Burns."