"Oh, nothing, only you'll be sorry for what you've done."
"As Mr. Henshaw says, I'll risk it," I replied.
"You'll risk it? "he repeated, staring at me strangely.
"Yes, I'll risk it."
"You talk like a fool, Foster."
"Thank you."
"I can place your uncle in a very bad hole."
"How?"
"Never mind, I can, and that's enough."
"Then you'll have to go and do it, that's all."
"Don't you care?" he asked, considerably astonished at my apparent indifference.
"Yes, I care," I replied, honestly. "But if my uncle has done wrong I suppose he'll have to suffer for it."
"Perhaps you don't think much of your uncle," he said, suspiciously.
"I do and I don't. He has not treated me right at times."
"Oh!"
"Of course I hate to see him in company, in any transaction, with you," I added, pointedly.
"Don't crow, Foster," he fumed. "The end hasn't been reached yet."
