"Is that so?" said Ted, with feigned surprise.
"Yes, that's so," was the surly reply.
"Then why didn't you go out and get him?"
"We left that to you," said Shan, with a nasty laugh.
"Then you'll still leave him to me."
"Well, we want him, and that's all there is to it."
"What do you want with him?"
"We'll show you when we get him."
"It's a cinch you won't get him until you do show me."
"Now, I don't want to have any trouble with you, young feller, but--"
"I shouldn't think you would."
At this retort a snicker went up in the crowd, and Shan turned upon his
followers with a brow like a thundercloud. But he said nothing, as the
snicker subsided as soon as it began.
"And I don't want any of your lip, either. Give us the old man
peaceable, an' you can go."
"Say, that's real good of you. But I want to tell you one thing, Shan
Rhue, before you lose any more breath in conversation, you don't get him
unless you tell me what you propose doing with him, and perhaps not
then. It's up to me to say who gets him, or what is done with him.
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