“If you are going to insult me, I’ll leave you,” said Burnett, suiting the action to the word.
“Come back, you thief!” cried Brush, covering him with his rifle.
“Do you mean to murder me?” asked Percy Burnett, alarmed.
“No, but there’s a little formality you must go through before you bid us good-by.”
“What is that?”
“Hand over the boy’s watch and money.”
“There’s the watch,” said Burnett, giving it back with an ill grace. “The money is mine and I will keep it.”
“I don’t think you will,” said Brush, composedly.
“I will have you arrested for highway robbery,” exclaimed Burnett, angrily.
“I don’t think you will find any one to believe you, Jim Dobson.”