"Stop!" said Ralph, very quietly still, but with an ominous expression of face.
But Elgert laughed contemptuously.
"Why, I don't know that I would soil my hands fighting with the son, or the associate, of a thief!" he said.
And then, suddenly forgetting everything in the feeling of hot indignation which overwhelmed him, Ralph Rexworth raised his hand, and in a moment his taunting enemy lay prostrate on the ground.
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"Hurrah!"
"Bravo, Rexworth!"
"Now, you Fifths, does your man want to fight?"