“The rest of that money belongs to me by rights,” continued the fisherman, “and he’s got to give it to me. How much did you say it was?”
“A dollar and forty-two cents, John; but, seems to me, you’d better let him keep it to buy groceries with.”
“I must have the money!” muttered Trafton, not heeding this advice, which was good, though selfish. “I guess I’ll go home and make the boy give it to me!”
And he staggered out of the store, and, as well as he could, steered for home.
CHAPTER V
“GIVE ME THAT MONEY”
From the village store Robert went to the baker’s and bought a loaf of bread for six cents, making his entire expenditures sixty-four cents.
He was now ready to go home. He walked rapidly and soon reached the humble cabin, where he found his aunt waiting for him.
She looked with surprise at the three bundles he brought in and asked: