“Aren’t you a pretty fellow?” I said, showing him this rent.
“I wish I’d got you!” he snarled so viciously that I was really startled.
“You won’t feel that way when you cool down,” I said.
“I won’t cool down. I’ll get square with you for this if I wait ten years,” he declared.
“You’re for all the world like your father,” I said, hotly; “and he’s as revengeful a person as I ever saw.”
“Is that so?” retorted Paul. “Well, he isn’t like your father was—he had to commit suicide to get out of trouble——”
“What do you mean?” I cried, amazed.
But Paul bit his lip and fell silent. He nevertheless looked at me with so threatening a scowl that, had he not been tied hard and fast, I should have been on the lookout for another cowardly attack.
“What nonsense is that you said?” I repeated. “What do you know about my father?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” returned my cousin, sullenly.