"What made you scream, Mrs. Mack?"
"Because he—he was going to rob me."
"How is that?" demanded Mark sternly.
"None of your business, kid! You ain't no call to interfere between me and my aunt."
"I have if she asks me to."
"He was at my bureau drawers. He told me I must give him twenty-five dollars."
"Supposing I did? It's the least you can do for your own nephew that hasn't a cent to bless himself with."
"Oh, take him away, Mark! Hell rob me first and murder me afterwards, and I'm his mother's only sister."
"You see she admits it. She's rolling in money——"
"Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Mack, throwing up her hands. "You know I'm poor, Mark Mason."