"If you're not satisfied search the house."
"I'll take your word. Who's your friend? You wouldn't lift your little finger to save a stranger."
"Who's the girl?" Sally parried in a flash. "What's she like?"
Rofflash had sharp wits. Cunning was part of his trade.
"Ho ho," he thought. "Sits the wind in that quarter? I'll steer accordingly."
"The girl? As tempting as Venus and a good deal livelier, I'll swear. 'Faith, she's one worth fighting for. I'll do her gallant justice. If he's as handy with his blade as he is with his fists he'll be a pretty swordsman. He'll need all he knows, though," added Rofflash darkly, "when I meet him."
"Yes, when!" echoed Sally sarcastically. "You'll get no help from me."
"What! Sally Salisbury handing over the man she fancies to another woman? Is the world coming to an end?"
Rofflash burst into a jeering laugh. It irritated Sally beyond endurance as he intended it should. But it did not provoke the reply he hoped for.
"Mind your own business," she snapped.