"Of course it ought," said Rudolph, gloating over the boy's emotion.
"You shall lose nothing by telling me—by becoming my friend. I will never refer to the past—never speak of what happened in America."
"No doubt," sneered Rudolph, "but it can't be."
"Why can't it be?"
"Because I hate you!" hissed the tramp, with a baleful look. "Not another word. It's no use, I shall lock you up here for the present, while I am out. When I come back I will let you know what I am going to do to you."
He left the room, locking the door behind him.
Tony sat down to reflect upon the strange position in which he was placed.