"Do you know where I've been to-night?" queried Fogson, changing his tone.
"How could I tell?"
"I've been to see Squire Dixon."
"Well, sir, I suppose you had a right to. I hope you had a pleasant call."
"I did, and what's more, I told him of Dr. Redmond's impertinent interference with me in my management of the poorhouse. He told me not to pay any attention to Redmond, but to be guided by him. So long as he was satisfied with me, it was all right."
"You'd better tell Dr. Redmond that when he calls here next time."
"I shall; but there's something I've got to say to you. He said I had a perfect right to take the dollar from you, for as a pauper you had no right to hold property of any kind. That's what Squire Dixon says. Now hand over that money, or you'll get into trouble."
"I wouldn't give the money to Squire Dixon himself," answered Jed boldly.
"You wouldn't, hey? I'll tell him that. You'll give it to me to-night, though."
He put out his hand to seize Jed, but the boy quietly moved aside, and said, "You can't get the money from me to-night, Mr. Fogson."