Taylor frowned, but did not otherwise notice the old man's retort.
"Give me the five dollars, boy," he said, "and I will go. It seems I am wasting time here."
Mark drew a gold piece from his pocket and passed it to him.
"Have you many more of these?" he demanded, his eyes gleaming with cupidity.
"No."
"Give me another."
"They are not mine to give."
"Not another one, Mark," said Anthony. "He does not deserve even that."
"Make way, then, and I will go," said the nephew, convinced that he had no more to expect.
Mark moved aside, and he strode out of the cabin.