"But does he do me a justice? He's got to pay back every cent I advanced on that newspaper deal."
"We will attend to that, father."
"We will. You are to have nothing to do with it."
"I mean that he will."
"That's different. I'll take the thing away from him the first thing he knows. I'm tired of his browbeating. Isn't it time for those papers?"
"Not quite."
"Have they stopped printing them? Are they holding back just to worry me now that they've got me down? Where's Henry?"
"He has just gone out to wait for the carrier-boy. He's coming now, I think."
Henry came in with the morning papers. "What do they say?" Witherspoon eagerly asked. He flounced up, and drawing the covers about him, sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'll see," Henry answered.