He nodded.
“Yep!”
She drew a step nearer and peered into his set face.
“YOU WILL MAKE YOUR OWN MOTHER A CRIMINAL?”
“Sure!” he growled. “That's what I came down here for.”
“She won't do it!”
“She won't, eh?” he sneered. “Look at this hog pen!”
He swept the bare, wretched cabin with a gesture of contempt and shrugged his shoulders.
“Look at the rags she's wearing,” he went on savagely. “When we talk it over tonight with that five thousand dollars in gold shining in her eyes—I'm going to show her a lot o' things she never saw before, Kiddo—take it from me!”
She answered in slow, even tones: