"No."
"You're mighty mysterious, it seems to me. Now you've had your say, I've got something to tell you."
"Very well, Mr. Bickford."
"You say you're not goin' to work for me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I say you are goin' to work for me. I've got your uncle's authority to set you to work, and I'm goin' to do it."
Kit heard this calmly.
"Suppose we postpone the discussion of the matter," he said. "Is that your house?"
Aaron Bickford's answer was to drive into the yard of a cottage. On the side opposite was a blacksmith's forge.
"That's where you're goin' to work!" he said, grimly, pointing to the forge.