"Stand aside!"
"Hoity-toity!" he laughed. He had been drinking liberally and was a shade reckless. "Why not be a good fellow? Over here nobody minds. I know a neat little restaurant. Bring the old lady along," with a genial nod toward the quaking Martha.
Resolutely Elsa's hand went up to her helmet, and with a flourish drew out one of the long steel pins.
"Oh, Elsa!" warned Martha.
"Be still! This fellow needs a lesson. Once more, Mr. Craig, will you stand aside?"
Had he been sober he would have seen the real danger in the young woman's eyes.
"Cruel!" he said. "At least, one kiss," putting out his arms.
Elsa, merciless in her fury, plunged the pin into his wrist. It stung like a hornet; and with a gasp of pain, Craig leaped back out of range, sobered.
"Why, you she-cat!"
"I warned you," she replied, her voice steady but low. "The second stab will be serious. Stand aside."