"Mr. Porter's got tired of your delicate health; it interferes too much with business. He's got a tougher boy to take your place."
"Where is he?" demanded Sam, with an ominous frown.
"There," answered the hostler, pointing out our hero, who stood quietly listening to the conversation.
Sam regarded Tony with a contemptuous scowl. So this was the boy who had superseded him. He hated him already for his presumption in venturing to take his place.
"Who are you?" he demanded, roughly.
"Your successor," answered Tony, coolly.
He knew that his answer would make Sam very angry, but he was not afraid of him, and felt under no particular obligations to be polite.
"You won't be my successor long," retorted Sam.
"Why not?"