It was not the man he had watched, but quite another person, and Billy wondered why he had caught him.
“Spying, weren’t you?” said the man coolly.
“Who are you?” demanded Billy. “And don’t you know you’ve no right to treat me this way?”
“I haven’t, eh? Just wait till I’m through with you before you crow that way.”
Then the man came forward and bent over Billy, who shrank into the depths of the chair.
“Who sent you after me?” he demanded.
“No one.”
“No falsehood! He did, didn’t he?”
“Whom do you mean?”
“You know.”