“Yes,” said Andrew, with a strange hesitation, which took Frank’s attention.
“Why did you say ‘yes’ like that?” he cried, with his dull, listless manner passing off, and a keen, eager look in his eyes.
“Did I say ‘yes’ like that?”
“You know you did. What is it you are keeping back, Drew?”
“I say, don’t talk like that,” said Andrew petulantly. “I never saw such a fellow as you are. Here, only the other day you looked up to me in everything, and I tried to teach you how to behave like a young man of the world in courtly society.”
“Yes, you did, and I am greatly obliged; but—”
“Seems like it,” said Andrew sharply. “Then all at once you set up your hackles, and show fight like a young cockerel, and begin bouncing over me—I mean trying to; and it won’t do, young Gowan. I’m your senior.”
“Yes, yes, I know,” cried Frank angrily; “but this is all talk, just for the sake of saying something to put me off. Now speak out; what is it you’re keeping back?”
“There you go again, bully Gowan! Here, I say, you know I’m not going to stand this. You keep your place.”
“Don’t, don’t, Drew, when I’m in such trouble!” cried Frank appealingly.