With that he turned and minced out of the hotel. He wasn’t excited. He wasn’t mussed. He was just as much of a dude, and just as spotless and spick and span, as when he came in, for all that he’d had a battle with a dog that would have made most men twice his size get out of breath and maybe worse.
I looked at Mark and Mark looked at me.
“He’s quite considerable of a man, more or less,” says I.
“P-plenty,” says Mark.
“I expect we’ve got our job all cut out for us.”
“That g-g-grinnin’ little man gives me the shivers,” says Mark. And that’s just how I felt. I was afraid of him, and I don’t care who knows it. Good and afraid.
CHAPTER XI
“What have you been doin’ over in the citadel?” says I. The citadel was what we called the building across the bridge.
“Fixin’ engines of d-d-defense,” says Mark.
“Hope we don’t have to use ’em.”