"Don't 'old man' me," said Gray. "Keep your familiarity for your friends."
"Now you're getting out of temper," said the cashier, who was in a most angelic mood, and inclined to be considerate.
"I don't want to talk to you," said Gray, offensively.
"I'm sorry for that, Gray," said Busby. "I wanted you to do me a favour."
"You'll be doing me a favour," retorted Gray, "by taking yourself out of my sight—the sooner the better."
"I want," said Busby—"I want you to lend me ten bob, Jimmy."
"I'll see you shot first," said Gray.
Busby's reply to this discourteous remark was to fold his arms and assume a dramatic posture.
"You refuse?" he hissed.
It was an exciting moment.