“You dare to talk like that to your superior officer?”
“Yes, I dare; and I’ll say a whole lot more if you don’t get away from me.”
“You will, eh? Do you know what I have a mind to do?”
“No; and I don’t care.”
“Well, you will care. I have a mind to give you a good trimming,” and the lieutenant advanced threateningly.
“I wouldn’t try it if I were you,” said Frank quietly. “You might get more than you bargained for.”
“What! Do you think you are any match for me?”
“I don’t think anything about it.”
“I guess not. But let me tell you something: You keep away from Miss Beulow, or I’ll hand you the worst thrashing you ever heard of.”
“You attend to your business, and I’ll attend to mine,” was Frank’s reply. “I’ll walk with whom I choose,” and he turned and started away.