"Mrs. Brandon has a son, if that's what you mean," said Grit.
"Of course, that's what I mean. Mrs. Brandon got any property?"
Grit was getting provoked. He did not fancy discussing his mother's affairs with a man of this stamp.
"You seem to feel considerable interest in the family," he could not help saying.
"S'pose I do! That's my business, isn't it?"
"I suppose so," answered Grit.
"Well, why don't you answer my question?" demanded the passenger impatiently.
"I haven't agreed to answer your questions; I have engaged to row you across the river, and I am doing it."
"Look here, boy!" said the passenger, bending his brows, "I don't want you to talk back to me—do you hear?"
"Yes, I hear; but if you ask me questions I shall answer as I please."