human
It's Aaron Poole, Nat's father!
gpt
I say, are you trying to kill me?
human
Why, no, Mr. Poole, answered Dave, as calmly as he could.
gpt
What makes you think that?
human
Oh, you needn't play innocent, snarled Aaron Poole.
gpt
You just fired a shot at me! It went through my buggy top. And the money-lender pointed to the back road, where stood his horse and carriage.
human
Nice doings, I must say!
gpt
Mr. Poole, I didn't fire at you, answered Dave.
human
I didn't know anybody was out there on the road,--and I didn't fire in that direction.
gpt
You fired into the bushes, when you tried the pistol,
human
Maybe the bullet went through the bushes,
gpt
You fired at me--I heard the shot and saw you with the pistol! stormed Aaron Poole.
human
I've a good mind to have you arrested!
gpt
Mr. Poole, why should I fire at you? asked Dave.
human
I----
gpt
Oh, you needn't try to smooth it over, you young rascal! I know you! You are down on me because I made Caspar Potts pay me what was due, and you are down on my son Nat because he is more popular at Oak Hall than anybody else.
human
Well, to hear that!