“Put up your pistol,” he said. “I only wanted to frighten you a bit. You’ve done me a bad turn, and you owe me some return. Give me all the money you have with you, and I’ll say quits.”
“I can’t do that,” said Julius, “for the money isn’t mine.”
“Whose is it?”
“It belongs to my guardian.”
“Is he rich?”
“Then he can spare it. Tell him it was stolen from you.”
“I shall do no such thing,” said Julius, firmly. “It hasn’t been stolen yet, and won’t be, as I believe.”
“We’ll see about that,” said Marlowe, furiously, making a dash toward our hero.
“Hold!” shouted Julius. “One step farther and I fire.”