Rudolph,” he said, “there’s something else I want to ask you about.”
“Well?”
“Who am I?”
“Who are you? A young fool,” muttered the tramp, but he appeared a little uneasy at the question.
I want to know something about my father and mother.”
“Your mother was my sister. She died soon after you were born.”
“And my father?”
“He was put in jail for theft, and was shot in trying to make his escape. Does that satisfy you?”
“No, it doesn’t, and what’s more, I don’t believe it,” said Tony boldly.
Look here,” said Rudolph sternly. “I’ve had enough of your insolence. Do you see this strap?”