The Yucatan was under way now, and from the window Mr. Willing could see the three men still waiting on the outside. But at last they took their departure and Mr. Willing knew they had passed beyond the three-mile limit. He turned again to Bristow.
“Now Bristow or Von Blusen or whatever your name is,” he said, “get out.”
Bristow turned a dark look upon him.
“You have insulted me,” he said, “and you shall pay for it.”
“I couldn’t insult you, you little whipper-snapper,” said Mr. Willing angrily. “Are you going to get out of here?”
“When I’ve had my say,” declared the young man angrily. “If it were not that I am on important business I would chastise you right now.”
“Is it because you have important business or because you are a child?” asked Mr. Willing smiling.
Bristow took a threatening step forward, but now Dick took a hand.
“That’s enough of this,” he said sternly, and putting forth a hand he pushed Bristow back.
The latter’s face turned a dull red, and he struck at Dick, who promptly slapped him across the face. Dick also was angry now.