“Sympathy from you? Now, I shall despise you even more than I did before!”
Dyke Conrad came up hastily at this moment.
“What is he saying to you, governor?” he asked, glaring at Frank. “Is he using insulting language? If he is, I will slap his face!”
Frank smiled.
“I wish you would do that,” he said, almost entreatingly. “I’d very much enjoy the privilege of knocking you down.”
Dyke hesitated. Something told him it would be very rash for him to attempt to slap Frank, so he said:
“Come away, governor. Don’t talk to the low fellow!”
And he led his father away.