“No, I’m not,” answered Philip, terrified. “I’ve got two dollars with me, and I’ll bring you the rest before night.
“Where will you get it?”
“From my father.”
“And I suppose you expect me to let you go home and get it?”
“If you please.”
“But I don’t please. You must think I’m a fool. Just as if you would come back if you had once got away!”
“But I will. I promise it on my word of honor.”
“Your word of honor,” repeated Temple, scornfully. “As if I didn’t know what that amounts to.”
Philip would have resented this imputation if he had dared, but there was a look of grim resolution about Temple’s mouth which made him afraid to show any resentment.
“Besides,” added Temple, “what do you think I care for five dollars? After you have stolen thousands of dollars from me, you dare to think I will let you off for five dollars.”