“Yes, the sooner you clear out the better,” chimed in John. “You’ve come here to get away my place; but you’d better give up trying. Mr. Sands is not such a fool as to believe you.”
“Are you going?” demanded the book-keeper, menacingly. “John, put him out.”
John advanced cautiously towards our hero, who smiled unterrified.
“Come, go out!—do you hear?” he said.
“I won’t put you to the trouble of putting me out,” said Gilbert, good-naturedly. “I’ll step out for the present.”
“And go away from here,—do you hear? Don’t you hang around the office.”
Gilbert, however, did not see fit to obey this last order. He waited in the neighborhood for Mr. Sands to arrive.
“He means to make trouble, Cousin Simon,” said John, uneasily.
“He would like to, no doubt,” responded the book-keeper; “but it would be very strange if Mr. Sands believed him against us.”
“Well, I hope it’ll all turn out right,” said John; “but he’s got a lot of cheek—that boy has. I wish you’d had him locked up.”