Kid Whaley twisted his lip into a sneer.
"Gettin' cold feet, eh? That's th' way with all you rich guys. Puttin' on th' heavy stuff. Oh, well; I guess I got nothin' t' worry about. I'll be champeen in six months."
"Move quick!" said Bill sharply.
"What f'r? Just because th' old dame——"
Bill reached forth, seized the Kid by an arm and brought him to his feet with a single heave. He was beginning to get angry.
"Get out of this house," he said, shaking him. "Do you understand me?"
The Kid wrenched himself free and swung an upward blow that landed on Bill's ear.
"William!" cried Aunt Caroline.
"Don't worry about me, Aunt Caroline," said Bill grimly. "Just leave the room, please."