"No; of course not."
"It's a personal matter."
"O-oh!"
"It's a matter in which I can't accept an imitation whipping."
"But surely you don't expect to whip Treadwell in your present condition?"
"I very likely shall get a thorough trouncing," smiled Darrin.
"It's madness," broke in Page worriedly.
"I told you it was a personal matter," laughed Dave softly. "I shan't mind getting whacked if it is done up in good shape. It's only this near-whipping to which I object."
"Well—great Scott!" gasped Page.
"Hush!" warned Farley. "Here comes Edgerton."