That was one pang the more. Tom was proud of his watch. Moreover, he valued it not a little because it was a gift from a man who had been pleased with his conduct. He regarded it, therefore, much as a schoolboy regards a school-prize.
“Mr. Burnett,” he said, “you have my money, and I don’t know what I am going to do without it, more than a thousand miles from home. Leave me my watch at least.”
“Sorry I can’t oblige you,” said Burnett, with an evil smile. “I want the watch myself.”
“You must take it yourself, then, for I won’t give it to you.”
“That is what I propose to do,” said Burnett, coolly, and he removed the watch in spite of Tom’s resistance.
“Is that all?” asked Tom, desperately, “or would you like my coat also?”
“No, I will leave that. It wouldn’t fit me.”
“I suppose I ought to be thankful for that,” said Tom, bitterly.
“No occasion to thank me. This is business.”
“A very mean business,” retorted Tom.