"I never complained of having to work. I am willing to work hard for myself—and Rose."
"How is Rose now? I hope she is well," said Martin, with a smile of triumph.
"That's what I'd like to have you tell me," said Rufus, looking steadily at Martin. "Where have you carried my sister?"
"What should I know of your sister?" said Martin. "The last I knew, you kidnapped her from my care and protection."
"Your care and protection!" repeated Rough and Ready, disdainfully. "What care did you ever take of her? You did nothing for her support, but came home drunk about every day. You couldn't take care of yourself, much less any one else."
"Do you want a licking?" asked Martin, angrily, approaching a little nearer.
Rough and Ready didn't budge an inch, for he was not in the least afraid of his stepfather.
"I wouldn't advise you to try it, Mr. Martin," he said, composedly. "I am able to take care of myself."
"Are you? I am happy to hear it," sneered Martin, repressing his anger, as he thought that, after all, he had it in his power to punish Rufus more effectually and safely through his sister than by any attempt at present violence. "I'm happy to hear it, for I've relieved you of any other care. I will take care of Rose now."
"Where is she?" asked Rufus, anxiously.