The man's brow grew black with anger. He was very angry, and I could see that it was with difficulty he kept his hands off me.
"Think you're smart, don't you?" he sneered.
"I was too smart for you."
"But you don't know it all," he went on. "You don't know it all—not by a jugful."
"I know enough to steer clear of you."
"Maybe you do."
The man evidently did not know what to say, and as a matter of fact, neither did I. I had told him some plain truths, and now I was anxious to get away from him and think out my future course of action.
"What's your idea of calling on Chris Holtzmann?" he went an after a long pause.
"That's my business."
"It won't do you any good."