The boy merely growled a bulldog's answer.
"Not till you agree to behave yourself."
Another desperate contraction of muscles and the order came more feebly.
"Will you let go of me, sir?"
"Will you behave yourself?"
"Yes," came the sullen answer.
The boy relaxed his grip and stood ready for action.
"All right, then."
"You can keep your pistol."
"I intend to."