Checkers jumped to the ground. "Now, look here, Arthur Kendall," he said threateningly. "I won't stand any such talk from any one. If you 're making your roar about Miss Barlow, and I suppose you are, I'll tell you this: The girl doesn't love you and never did, and why you should want to do the dog-in-the-manger act is more than I can see."
"No; of course she does n't love me, if a sneaking Judas goes and betrays me to her."
"I never mentioned your name to her, unless it was to say something good about you."
"You lie! You told her all about our affair at Hot Springs."
"I did no such thing."
"You did. She told her father about it, and he told me this very afternoon."
"Did he say I told her?"
"Who else could have told her? do you think I told her?"
"I do n't know, and, what's more, I don't care a damn. I do n't want any trouble with you, but I have n't got the temper of an angel, and I 'd advise you to take a tumble to yourself until I 'm gone—and that won't be longer than it takes me to get my stuff into my trunk."
"It can't be any too quick to suit me."