Garry wrenched himself free.
"Let me alone. I guess I'm a match for you, and I'm not afraid of you, if other people are," he cried. "You lent me the money to buy Bill Bigs out. Well, it will be better for you to make me a present of it."
Craig Bellshaw started back.
"Look," he said, "see that?" and he pointed to the wide verandah, built round the house.
"There's nothing there," answered Garry, thinking he must have been doing it heavy in Sydney and that the effects had not died out.
"No, of course not," said Bellshaw, trying to laugh it off. "So you say I had better make you a present of it. Why?"
"Because I know you did not take her to Sydney," said Garry slowly.
"It's a lie," roared Bellshaw.
"No it isn't, and you know it. Where is she now?"
"That's my affair."