Mr. Stillwell was evidently much disturbed. He pursed up his lips savagely.
"You speak as if I had committed some great crime," he cried.
"Maybe you have."
He grew pale for an instant; but quickly recovered himself.
"Don't try to scare me, Luke; it won't work."
"I am not trying to scare you."
"Yes, you are."
"I am only trying to prepare you for what may come."
"I want no help from you."
"Very well; but remember, you will be sorry for what you do."
I said no more, and my uncle did not continue the conversation.
It was not long before we reached Nassau Street. As we passed along I could not help but think of the day I had so unceremoniously left Mr. Banker and my uncle. How much had occurred since that time! What an experience I had had, and how much I had learned!
I speculated upon the time it would take for Mr. Banker to receive my letter and reach New York, and if Mr. Mason had heard from Mr. Ranson and would be ready for my return.
