“Miss Milton, I believe,” said Dangle, panting and raising a damp cap from his wet and matted hair.
“I say,” said Phipps, receding involuntarily. “Don’t go doing it again, Dangle. Help a chap.”
“One minute,” said Dangle, and ran after his colleague.
Jessie leant her machine against the wall, and went into the hotel entrance. Hoopdriver remained in the hotel entrance, limp but defiant.
XXXVIII.
AT THE RUFUS STONE
He folded his arms as Dangle and Phipps returned towards him. Phipps was abashed by his inability to cope with the tandem, which he was now wheeling, but Dangle was inclined to be quarrelsome. “Miss Milton?” he said briefly.
Mr. Hoopdriver bowed over his folded arms.
“Miss Milton within?” said Dangle.
“And not to be disturved,” said Mr. Hoopdriver.
“You are a scoundrel, sir,” said Mr. Dangle.