"I could slap your face for you, you sassy little brat!" cried the girl, springing up. "How dare you talk like that? I guess I have a right to marry who I like. I'm of age, anyhow."
"Sit down!" cried the Chinaman. "Sit down and hold your tongue."
Then they began scrapping, Ethel resenting this kind of talk.
Ed thought it a good chance to try to pull out.
While they were in the midst of it he jumped up and made a bolt for the door, but Pow Chow was too quick for him.
The Chinaman got him by the neck in the hall and dragged him back, jamming him down into a chair.
"Now, now, now, Eddie!" he cried. "Don't make it any harder for me than you have to. I want to be good to you, but this is the limit. Be good, and you won't regret it—that's right. Say, Ethel, there's no use in us quarreling. According to your own account you and Eddie never could pull together. Go on upstairs and leave him to me."
Somewhat to Ed's surprise the girl flounced out of the room without a word.
Pow Chow lit another cigarette and offered the package to Ed.
"No, I don't want to be drugged again," growled Ed.