“Frost!” he exclaimed, as Dent Frost entered. “Well, you’ve been a devilish long time coming!”
“Came at the first opportunity, Manton,” declared the visitor, eying the other. “Say, but you’re a sight! You did let that fellow cut you all to pieces!”
“You don’t have to tell me!” snarled Hobart Manton. “I’ve looked in the glass.”
“That must have been to-day. You couldn’t see out of your eyes last night.”
“What are you trying to do—rub it in?”
“Oh, no; but I’m sore because you let him hammer you up that way.”
“Not half as sore as I am. I’d like to kill him!”
“Why, I thought you could fight!”
“I can.”
“It looked that way!” sneered Frost coldly.