"And that's no dream!" he interjected, sarcastically.
Spurling paid no attention to the interruption.
"We're out here for work," he continued. "That means you as well as everybody else. I didn't count on you for much, but you haven't done even that."
"I've known for the last week you were trying to freeze me out," observed Percy. "It's been cold enough about this camp to make ice."
"Well, whose fault has it been?"
"You treat that little Dago better than you do me!"
"What of it? He's earning his salt, and a good deal more; and that's something your best friend couldn't accuse you of doing."
Percy's temper was fast getting the better of him.
"I'm not going to stop here to be kicked round by a bunch of Rubes like you," he snarled. "I won't stand for it any longer. I'll give you ten dollars to set me over on Matinicus to-night."
There was a dangerous flicker in Spurling's eyes, but his voice was steady.