“So you were playing eavesdropper, hey?” he hissed. “Well, I don’t care! If you blow on me to Havener, I’ll give you away to your old man.”
Cassie threw back her head, and her thin nostrils dilated.
“Give me away?” she panted. “About what?”
“Oh, you know,” asserted Dunton, with insolent significance.
“Tell me what you mean!” commanded the little soubrette, bracing up to him, her small fists clinched. “Tell me what you mean, Dug Dunton, or I’ll light onto you myself, and I’ll bet a dollar I can make you look pretty sick!”
He saw she really meant what she threatened, and he backed off a step, putting up his hands.
“Easy now!” he fluttered. “Don’t make a fool of yourself, Cassie!”
“Tell me what you meant by your words. What will you give away?”
“Oh, I meant that I’d tell Dan about you being so thick with Havener. That’s all.”
“That’s enough! What do you mean by ‘so thick’? What do you know, anyway?”