"I am not willing to take your word."
"Then you had better clear out and leave us alone," said Dick, sharply.
"Don't get too dictatorial, young man."
"I mean what I say. We did you a favor, and you have made yourself as disagreeable as possible. Now the sooner you take yourself off, the better we shall be pleased."
"Bound to make me your enemy, eh?"
"I think you have made yourself that already."
"Be it so, but—" Joseph Farvel paused. "Beware how any of you cross my path—that's all."
"Oh, pshaw! I never did like melodramatics," cried Bob. "The world is wide enough for us. You go your way, and let us go ours."
"Answer me one question. Are you travelling with Robert Menden?"
"We are resting at present."
"You know what I mean."
"We have nothing more to say," said Dick. "Now leave us alone."
Joseph Farvel's face grew blacker than ever. "Be it so," he muttered. "But remember what I said about crossing my path." And then he turned away, taking his two negro companions with him. In a few minutes a turn in the trail took him out of the sight of the three boys.
