The captain eyed him scornfully, but he was glad to see this well-looking, successful son of his old enemy tainted with such sordid views. Instead of turning him out he spoke to him almost fairly.
"How much do you want?" he inquired.
"All things considered, I am asking a good deal," was the reply.
"How much?" repeated the captain, impatiently.
Hardy hesitated. "In exchange for the service I want permission to visit here when I choose," he said, at length; "say twice a week."
Words failed the captain; none with which he was acquainted seemed forcible enough for the occasion. He faced his visitor stuttering with rage, and pointed to the door.
"Get out of my house," he roared.
"I'm sorry to have intruded," said Hardy, as he crossed the room and paused at the door; "it is none of my business, of course. I thought that I saw an opportunity of doing your son a good turn—he is a friend of mine—and at the same time paying off old scores against Kybird and Nathan Smith. I thought that on that account it might suit you. Good afternoon."