Part 9 (2/2)
”And what has he been saying?” demanded the aristocratic bully, coolly.
”Has he been telling you how I had to polish him off for insulting me?”
”No; he tells me that you stole a twenty-dollar bill from him!”
Percy was about to burst out into violent language, that would have astonished even his indulgent parent, but suddenly he changed his mind and allowed an injured look to cross his face.
”I hope, father, you don't believe any such outrageous story about me,” he said, plaintively.
”Of course I don't,” returned the squire, promptly. ”I know my son will not steal.”
”Ralph is mad because I gave him a good thras.h.i.+ng,” went on the only son.
”I imagine the boot is on the other foot,” put in Ralph. ”It is Percy who got the worst of the encounter.”
”He says you refused to pay the toll,” went on Squire Paget.
”I only refused after he had called me all sorts of names,” retorted the only son. ”I was going over to Eastport, but after I had to teach him a lesson, I concluded to remain on this side.”
”You are not telling the truth!” cried Ralph, indignantly. ”It was you who insulted me, and I gave you a good deal less than you deserved in the shape of a whipping for doing it.”
”Stop! stop!” stormed the squire. ”I will have no quarrel in my house!
Nelson, don't you know it is all wrong to fight on the bridge?”
”I didn't fight. I stopped your son when he refused to pay toll, that was all.”
”I do not believe it.”
”Believe it or not, it's true. But I came here for another purpose than to speak of the quarrel, as you know. I want Percy to make good the twenty dollars which belonged to me.”
”I ain't got your twenty dollars--never had them!” bl.u.s.tered the aristocratic bully. ”If you say I have, I'll pitch you out of the house!”
”Gently, Percy----”
”I don't care, father. It makes me mad to have this upstart speak to me in this fas.h.i.+on!”
”I know it does, but control yourself, my son. We will find a way to punish him at another time.”
”Can't you have him discharged? He ain't fit to be the tender of the bridge; he's so insulting!”
”Perhaps,” returned the squire, a sudden idea flas.h.i.+ng across his mind.
It would a.s.sist his schemes wonderfully to have Ralph Nelson discharged.
”You had my twenty-dollar bill, and you paid it over to Mr. d.i.c.ks,” said Ralph. ”You can't deny it.”
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