“Did you try to dynamite that wreck?”
“Is that orders—orders to talk right out?”
“Orders? I don't know what you mean, sir. I have asked you a plain question.”
“And you want an answer?”
“Naturally.”
“What I tried to do didn't work—he was too quick for me. There, now, get together! He has made you a fair offer, Mr. Fogg. There's no need of my going to jail. I won't go!”
“You ought to go, for what you did!” commented Fogg, dryly.
“No, for what he didn't do—from your standpoint,” suggested Captain Mayo.
“And you have been boasting, eh?” Fogg kept up his disconcerting stare, with fishy eyes.
“I ain't going to let men walk over me and wipe their feet on me when I'm obeying orders.”