“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.