Noon’s face turned paler than it had been, and he bit his lip. Then, with a sudden effort at bravado, he snapped:
“Well, what of it?”
“I heard your threat to blow on Hodge.”
“What of that?”
“You will not blow.”
“By the eternal blazes, I will!” cried Noon, his eyes glaring. “I will get even with that fellow!”
“You will do nothing of the sort.”
“Who will prevent me?”
“I will!”
The eyes of the two met squarely. For some moments Ned tried to look straight at Frank, but, after a little, his eyes drooped, but he sneered: