sellin' peanuts is--Geoffrey Ravenslee, the millionaire."

"But--he is--Arthur's friend!"

"Friend--nothin'!" said he, wringing and wrenching at the neckerchief,
"I guess you ain't found out how th' Kid an' him came t' meet, eh? Well,
I'll tell ye--listen! Your brother broke in to this millionaire's swell
house--through the winder--an' this millionaire caught him."

"Oh," said she, smiling in bitter scorn, "what a clumsy liar you are,
Bud M'Ginnis!"

"No," he cried eagerly, "no, I ain't tellin' ye no lies; it's God's own
truth I'm givin' ye."

"No, you're just a liar, Bud M'Ginnis!" and she would have turned from
him, but his savage grip stayed her.

"A liar, am I?" he cried. "Why, then, you're sister to a crook, see!
Your brother's a thief! a crook! You ain't got much t' be s' proud
over--"

"Let me go!"

"Listen! Your brother got into this guy's house t' steal, and this
millionaire guy caught him--in the act! An' havin' nothin' better t' do,
he makes young Spike bring him down here--just t' see th' kind o' folks
as lives in Hell's Kitchen, see? Then he meets you--you look kind o'
good t' him, so he says t' th' Kid, 'Look here,' he says, 'you help me
game along with y'r sister, an' we'll call it quits--'"