“I dare say you do; babies always want to see their mothers.”
“I’m not a baby.”
“Then behave like a man.”
Peaks deposited him on a chair, and permitted him to recover his breath.
“Where is my mother?” demanded Clyde.
“She is safe and well, and you needn’t bother your head to know anything more about her,” answered Peaks. “She has turned over a new leaf, so far as you are concerned, youngster, and is going to have us make a man of you.”
“Where is she?”
“No matter where she is.”
“Can’t I see her?”
“No, sir.”