"I always considered myself as good as he is," I returned warmly.
"My son is not a thief."
"Neither am I, Uncle Felix; and what is more, I won't let you or any other man say so," I declared.
"What are you going to do about it?" he asked curiously.
"I won't stand it, that's all."
"Do you know that I intend to have you arrested if you don't return what you have stolen? "
"If you have me arrested I will do all I can to defend myself," was my answer. "If I am brought before the judge perhaps I will have one or two things to say that you will not relish."
"What do you mean?"
"There will be time enough to speak when I am brought into court."
"You think you are smart, Luke, but you are nothing but a fool. What can you say against me?"
"A good many things that you don't dream of. You are not treating me rightly, and you know it. You don't give me decent clothing to wear, and I have to work harder than any one in the office. I am sure my father never intended such a future for his son."
