"How came you here?" asked the man.
"What are you doing with my carpet-bag?" demanded Paul.
"Oh, bother!" returned Denton, defiantly. "That's my business!"
"I should say that it was my business," retorted Paul.
"Where do you keep your money? I don't find any in the bag."
"I don't keep any there."
"Give me your pocket-book quick, youngster. I am hard up, and I must have money."
As he spoke he advanced toward the bed.
"You can't have mine, Mr. Denton," said Paul. "When did you get out of jail?"
"Boy, do you want me to kill you?" demanded Denton, fiercely.