“Twelve!” said Andy, doggedly fixing his chin into his collar.
“Twelve ten!”
“Thirteen!” said Andy, looking at his opponent with extreme distaste.
“Thirteen ten!” responded she, catching her breath.
“Fourteen!” shouted Andy, who had actually forgotten both the sideboard and Mrs. Simpson, and only felt that he would sell his shirt rather than let this girl conquer him.
“Fourteen ten!”
“Fifteen!”
“Fifteen ten!”
“Sixteen!”
Back and forth rang the words like pistol shots.