“How’s that?”
“Because it does.”
“It was Storms’.”
“What of that?”
“He left it.”
“He gave it to me.”
“That’s a lie!” declared Dan Lee, who had been watching everything. “Storms didn’t give it to anybody, but you took it. Before that you bummed make-up off everybody else, because you spent all your money for drinks, and didn’t have so much as a piece of coco-butter of your own.”
“Oh, dry up!” snapped Dunton. “You’re always poking your nose into something that doesn’t concern you.”
“This business concerns me, for I told Merriwell to use that stuff, and by the gods! he’s going to use it.”
“He shan’t!”