"You bet I do! You worked till you got me where you want me; and I wouldn't do that to another man, no matter what he did to me! I wouldn't———"
"What you talkin' about! How've I 'got you where I want you?'"
"Ain't it plain enough?" Adams cried. "You even got me where I can't raise the money to pay back what my boy owes you! Do you suppose anybody's fool enough to let me have a cent on this business after one look at what you got over there across the road?"
"No, I don't."
"No, you don't," Adams echoed, hoarsely. "What's more, you knew my house was mortgaged, and my———"
"I did not," Lamb interrupted, angrily. "What do I care about your house?"
"What's the use your talking like that?" Adams cried. "You got me where I can't even raise the money to pay what my boy owes the company, so't I can't show any reason to stop the prosecution and keep him out the penitentiary. That's where you worked till you got me!"
"What!" Lamb shouted. "You accuse me of———"
"'Accuse you?' What am I telling you? Do you