“I can’t hit you—I won’t hit you!” he gasped.
“I know that,” cried Frank. “You can’t hit a fellow who is fighting hard to make you sensible. I say, who is this Mr George Selby?”
“Never you mind.”
“But I do mind. I want to know.”
“Well, a great friend of him over the water.”
“How came you to get acquainted with him first?”
“You wait, and you’ll know.”
“Don’t tell me without you like; but he’s a dangerous friend, and I’m very glad you’ve given up seeing him.”
“Are you?” said Andrew, with a curious smile. “Why, I’ve seen him again and again.”
“You have!” cried Frank, in astonishment. “When?”