"You don't want anything to do with me," he corrected, in a harsh voice. "I could eat two or three like you, and then have plenty of appetite left."
"Perhaps," smiled Dick Prescott undaunted.
"And I'll do it, too, if you don't stand back."
"But I want to talk with you, my friend," Dick insisted.
"I don't want to talk with you," snapped the prowler.
"You would, if you knew what I want to talk with you about," Prescott continued.
"Is it about food?" demanded the young stranger grimly.
"Then it's about jail," sneered the other harshly.
"Why about jail?" asked Dick.
"Because that's where you'd like to see me!"