And Seth, having had time to collect, in a measure, his scattered wits, began to do some thinking on his own account.
"Say," he said suddenly, "if you knew all this aforehand, what are you askin' these questions for ?" "That," Bennie D.'s gesture was one of lofty disdain, "is my business." "I want to know! Well, then, maybe I've got some business of my own.

Who made my business your business?
Hey ?" "The welfare of my sister--" "Never you mind your sister.

You're talkin' with me now.

And you ain't got me penned up in a house, neither.

By jiminy crimps!" His anger boiled over, and, to the inventor's eyes, he began to look alarmingly alive.