"I think if I can get rid of it without too much red tape, I'll let it go."
"Want the money badly, eh?"
"Y—e—s."
"Your father know you are selling out?"
"No, sir."
The boy began to regret that he had spoken.
"Oh—ho! So you're in a scrape, eh?"
"No, it's not a scrape," protested Paul. "At least, not what you'd commonly call a scrape. It is just that—"
"That you do not want to tell your father."
"Not now."