“And what are you going to do with me?”
“Don’t know yet,” said Blossom. “What’s your name?”
“Hardscrabble.”
“What are you?”
“A roving blade, like yourself.”
“What are you doing here?”
“None of your business,” said Van Dorn, in the coolest manner.
“Well, you’re cheeky, anyhow,” said Billy Blossom. “And, above all things, I do admire grit. If I can do anything for you I will.”
“Thank you,” said Van Dorn. “If it would not be asking too much, I’d like you to set me free.”
Blossom grinned.