“I have left it behind.”
“I want it. But it can be fetched. I’ve took a fancy to it.”
Bradley answered with a contemptuous laugh.
“I want it,” repeated Riderhood, in a louder voice, “and I mean to have it.”
“That is what you want of me, is it?”
“No,” said Riderhood, still louder; “it’s on’y part of what I want of you. I want money of you.”
“Anything else?”
“Everythink else!” roared Riderhood, in a very loud and furious way. “Answer me like that, and I won’t talk to you at all.”
Bradley looked at him.
“Don’t so much as look at me like that, or I won’t talk to you at all,” vociferated Riderhood. “But, instead of talking, I’ll bring my hand down upon you with all its weight,” heavily smiting the table with great force, “and smash you!”
“Go on,” said Bradley, after moistening his lips.
“O! I’m a going on. Don’t you fear but I’ll go on full-fast enough for you, and fur enough for you, without your telling. Look here, Bradley Headstone, Master. You might have split the t’other governor to chips and wedges, without my caring, except that I might have come upon you