"No fun in shoving me down."
"I—ah—I didn't mean to shove you so hard—upon my honor I did not, Campwell. Let us drop it; won't you?"
The old pioneer gave a grunt. He was too open-hearted to understand such a mean, sneaking nature as that of the Englishman.
"We'll drop it—but keep your hands off of me in the future," he said, at last.
"I won't bother you. But you—" The lieutenant turned to Dave. "I'll bear you in mind, my fine young cock-of-the-walk,—and I'll take you down a peg or two ere I'm done with you, remember what I say!" And with a shake of his fist he hurried away in the darkness.
A minute after this Barringford came up, asking what was the matter. When told his brow contracted.
"That lieutenant is a regular sneak," he said. "Keep your eye open fer him, Dave—an' don't trust him a farthing's worth. He is just the kind to play you dirty the first chance he gits."