You don't know what a comfort it is to see you again, and to know that you didn't die in the woods." The boy simply shook his head.
"Do you know who Mr.Belcher is?
Do you know he is used to having people mind him?
Do you know that you're here in my house, and that you _must_ mind me?
Do you know what I do to little boys when they disobey me?
Now, I want you to answer my questions, and do it straight.

Lying won't go down with me.

Who helped you and your father to get out of the poor-house ?" Matters had proceeded to a desperate pass with the lad.

He had thought very fast, and he had determined that no bribe and no threat should extort a word of information from him.

His cheeks grew hot and flushed, his eyes burned, and he straightened himself in his chair as if he expected death or torture, and was prepared to meet either, as he replied: "I won't tell you." "Is your father alive?
Tell me, you dirty little whelp?
Don't say that you won't do what I bid you to do again.