That was just what Burnett could not tell, not knowing how much Tom had in his possession.
“I can’t say exactly. It’s over a hundred dollars,” he said, after a pause.
“How about the watch? Did you have two?” for Burnett had one of his own besides the one he had taken from Tom.
“No; the watch belongs to the boy.”
“Yet you took it?”
“Precisely. I took it in part compensation for the money of which he had robbed me.”
“But you have the money, too.”
“Who are you, anyway, and what business have you to interfere between me and my servant?” burst forth Burnett, angrily, finding himself cornered.
“Your servant!” said Tom, proudly. “I am not your servant, nor anybody’s servant.”
“That’s a fact, Tom,” said Mr. Brush. “This fellow ought to be your servant.”