“He gave me this nose,” confessed Bingham. “I grabbed him round the body from behind, but the chump butted backward with his head and smashed my nose out flat on my face. I dropped him. Then he turned round and had fun ripping up my clothes.”
“I believe I ran across him, too,” sighed Jack. “Why, the fellow must have been everywhere!”
“Or else there is four or five of them,” said Carker. “He threw me down and stepped on me.”
“Then you know how the downtrodden poor feel. It will be a good thing for you to work into your next lecture.”
“Don’t try to be funny, Ready!” said Carker. “Sometimes I can stand it; but just now I think I shall have to kill you if you try to be funny!”
“Kill him,” urged Bingham cold-bloodedly. “I’m too tired to do it, but I shall enjoy the murder very much.”
“What’s the matter with you both that you want to spit your spite out on me?” asked Jack. “You act as if you think me all to blame for the trouble.”
“After I pushed him into the cab!” growled Carker.
“And after I blistered my hand spanking him into submission!” growled Bingham.
“Then to have him handle me in such a manner!”