“Great gash!” whooped Jack. “You don’t mean to confess that he did thrash you?”
Bart opened the door.
“You get out,” he said fiercely, “or I’ll throw you out!”
“La! la!” said Ready. “Isn’t it too bad? Just to think that a cad like him should thrash a man like you! Oh, luddy me! how could it be!”
Bart strode over to Jack, whom he seized by the collar.
“There’s the door!” he growled.
“Nothing remarkable about it that I can see,” said Ready. “Just a plain, ordinary door.”
Bart yanked him over to it.
“But a first-rate door to go out of,” he said, as he ejected Jack. “Come round again—when you’re invited.”