“I’m glad I met you, Brown—and you too, Martell,” said Jack in a low, steady voice. “I was hoping I’d see you before you had a chance to leave Haven Point.”
“Wanted to see us, eh?” said Slugger; and now a somewhat uneasy look took possession of his face.
“Don’t let him talk himself out of paying for the damage done,” put in Nappy loftily. He was puffing on a cigarette and blew the smoke high into the air as he spoke.
“We’re not going to pay for any damage done,” said Jack. “This little accident is your own fault, for you had no business to be driving so close behind our car.”
“We’ll see about that,” grumbled Slugger.
“What I want to talk to you about is another matter,” went on Jack, without raising his voice because he did not wish to have any outsider hear. “You took the trouble a while ago to stop at Clearwater Hall and speak to some of the young ladies attending that school.”
“Well, what of it? Haven’t we got a right to do that if we want to?”
“I guess we can speak to our lady friends any time we feel like it,” added Nappy.
“Both of you know very well that none of those young ladies want anything to do with you,” continued Jack. “You’ve had your warning before. Now I want you to leave them alone.”
“Huh! you talk as if you were our master,” growled Slugger, an ugly look coming into his eyes.