Part 6 (1/2)
”I don't accuse you of anything, father; but there it is.”
”You mean to say that I stole it?”
”Oh, father!”
”Stop your whining, Lawry! What possessed you to poke round after what did not concern you? Now, shut up, and go off about your business.”
”You will not keep it, father?”
”I haven't got it. If you have found it, I suppose there is time enough to think what is best to be done.”
”I don't want any time to think of it,” replied Lawry; and before his father could prevent him, he took the pocketbook from its place of concealment.
”What are you going to do with it?” demanded Mr. Wilford.
”I'm going to find Mr. Randall, and give it back to him, as quick as I can.”
”What's the use of doing that?”
”Because it's the right way to do.”
”That isn't the way to get rich.”
”But it's the way to keep honest.”
”Give it to me, Lawry.”
”What are you going to do with it, father?”
”That's my business.”
”I shall give it back to the owner.”
”No, you won't, Lawry. Do you want to get me into trouble--to have me sent to jail?”
”If I give it back to Mr. Randall, there will be no trouble.”
”Lawry, I've been poor and honest long enough. I'm going to do as other men do. I'm going to get rich.”
”By keeping this money?” exclaimed the son.
”You needn't talk any more about it; I put the money where you found it.”
”I know you did.”
”Give it to me.”
”I will not, father, if you mean to keep it.”