“What do you take me for?” asked Ralph, looking at the other, steadily.
“For a poor man,” said Abner. “Think a moment. Three dollars will buy you provisions for a week. They couldn't be more easily earned. In fact, you needn't do anything. Only promise not to interfere between the boy and myself.”
Ralph turned upon him scornfully.
“I have promised the boy my protection,” he said, “and you would have me forfeit my word for a paltry three dollars?”
“I'll give you five,” said Abner, supposing that the sum he had offered was not sufficient.
“Not for five dollars, nor five thousand,” returned Ralph, shortly. “I thought you meant to insult me, but I see you only judge me by yourself. The boy shall not return with you. Make up your mind to that.”
“I can have you arrested,” said Abner, angrily.
Ralph laughed.
“Let that comfort you for the loss of the boy,” he said.
“I'll have the boy, too,” muttered Abner, turning to leave them.