"Respect to you?" repeated Mr. Ray, disdainfully. "Has the time come when we must be respectful to tramps?"
"A poor tramp is quite as deserving of respect as a rich rascal."
"What do you mean by that?" demanded the squire suspiciously.
"It was a general remark."
"It is well that it was. But it has no application in the present instance. If you are poor I will give you a quarter, but only on condition that you apologize to my son."
The stranger laughed.
"Why should I apologize to your son?" he asked.
"You pulled him off his bicycle. Do you deny it?"
"No, I do not. Do you know what he did?"
"He brushed against you with his wheel, he tells me, accidentally."
"So that is his version of it? He deliberately ran into me."
"I gave you warning. I said "Out of the way, there!"" interrupted Clarence.
"Yes, but you had no right on the side walk. That is meant for foot-pa.s.sengers."
"It seems to me, sir, that you are remarkably independent for a man of your rank. Even if it had been as you say, you had no right to a.s.sault my son. I might have you arrested on your own confession, but I will forbear doing so on condition that you leave town at once."
"I have a little business with you, first, Stephen Ray."
"If you expect alms, you have come to the wrong man. I don"t believe in encouraging beggars."
"I know very well that you are not charitable. You see, I used to be acquainted with you."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Benjamin Bolton."
Stephen Ray looked startled.
"Benjamin Bolton!" he repeated, half incredulous. "I can"t believe it."
CHAPTER XXV.
A STARTLING DISCLOSURE.
"Look at me closely, Stephen Ray," said the strange visitor. "I think you will see some traces of the Bolton you used to know."
Stephen Ray, somewhat discomposed, did examine his visitor closely.
Against his will he was obliged to acknowledge the resemblance of the man before him to one who in past times had had an intimate acquaintance with his affairs.
"You may be Benjamin Bolton," he said after a pause, "but if so, you have fallen off greatly in your appearance. When I first knew you, you were well dressed and--"
"Respectable, I suppose you mean to say?"
"Well, respectable, if you will have it so. Now you look more like a tramp than a lawyer."
"True as gospel, every word of it. But it isn"t too late to mend.
That"s an old proverb and a true one. It is quite in the line of possibility that I should get back to the position from which I fell."
"Perhaps so, but I"m not sanguine of it."
"With your powerful help nothing is impossible--not even that."
"You must not count upon that," said Stephen Ray, stiffly. "It is a good while since we parted company. I don"t myself care to renew the acquaintance."
"But I do," rejoined Bolton with emphasis. "I told you that I had business with you."
"I have very little time at my disposal," said Ray, pulling out an elegant gold watch--a Jurgensen--and consulting it.
"I think it may be well for you to spare me a little time," went on Bolton, quietly.
There was something in his tone that sounded like a threat, and Stephen Ray could not wholly conceal his uneasiness.
"Well," he said, "I will give you ten minutes. Get through your business, whatever it is, as soon as possible."
"Hadn"t you better send your son away?" suggested Bolton, significantly.
"Why should I?"
But on second thoughts Mr. Ray concluded to act on the hint, and turning to Clarence he said, "Clarence, you might take another spin on your wheel."
This did not suit Clarence at all. His curiosity had been excited by his father"s change of front towards the objectionable stranger, and he counted on finding out the reason for it.
"Why can"t I stay?" he grumbled. "I am tired of riding."
"Then go up stairs. This man and I have a little private business together."
He spoke firmly, and Clarence knew by his tone that further remonstrance would be un availing, so with a dissatisfied look he left the room.
"Now, sir," said Stephen Ray, sharply, when his son had taken his departure, "I gave you ten minutes. You will need to be expeditious."
"It will take more than ten minutes--what I have to say," returned Bolton, coolly. "I am rather tired of standing, so you will excuse me if I sit down."
As he spoke he dropped into a comfortable chair three feet from his host.
"Confound his impudence!" thought Ray, much annoyed.