"You'll pay for this, young fellow!"
Wallie's short laugh was mocking.
"Why don't you sue me for damages? I'd be flattered to death at the implication that I had any money. It might help my credit."
With a shrug he turned and walked toward Helene Spenceley. Her eyes were shining, and there was a singular smile on her face as he went up to her, but whether she smiled or frowned did not seem to matter much to Wallie.
He was not a pretty sight at the moment, and he knew it. A lump had risen on his jaw and one eye was closing, his hair was powdered with gypsum dust, and the sleeve of his shirt was torn out at the shoulder, but he had no apologies to make for anything and there was that in his manner which said so.
Helene laughed as she put out her hand to him.
"Was that a part of the regular programme or an impromptu feature of the day's entertainment?"
"It's been brewing," Wallie replied, briefly.
"Aren't you surprised to see me?"
"Not particularly."