“You shall pay for that blow,” shouted Bristow. “I can’t fight you now, but when I have completed my work I shall seek you out.”
“I won’t be very hard to find,” declared Dick. “Now get out.”
He took the infuriated Bristow by the neck and the bottom of the coat and ran him out the door. Then he closed it after him.
“Rather a fiery young man, that,” remarked Colonel Ashton grimly.
“Rather,” agreed Mr. Willing dryly. He turned to the other room and called: “Shirley! Mabel!”
A moment later the two girls came forth. Mr. Willing looked at them severely for some moments before he spoke.
“You should both be ashamed of yourselves,” he said at last. “The idea of such foolishness. Why, you have never quarreled before.”
“And there will be no more of it,” declared Colonel Ashton grimly. “At the next sign of trouble we shall turn right around and go home.”
“Well, Mabel started it,” declared Shirley.
“I did not, you started it,” exclaimed Mabel.