“I’m tired of taking medicine,” Finch replied bitterly. “I’ve taken all I ever mean to in that school, anyway.”
“Where are you going?”
“That’s my affair.”
“Well, come back, and you can go off decently to-morrow.”
“No—I’d back down to-morrow like the shivering scared fool I’ve always been. To-night, I’m up to it. I’m going now—to-night.”
“Where?”
“Oh, I dunno—it don’t make any difference—away from here.”
“Look here, Jake; that’s a pretty mean way to treat me—to say nothing of the school.”
“Well, I’m sorry if you feel that way. But I don’t owe the school anything.”