"Cutoff?"
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean this, that Number Three won't bother you again."
Jack stood looking at me for some time in silence, with a dark frown on his brow.
"Look here, Macrorie," said he; "you force me to gather from your words what I am very unwilling to learn."
"What!" said I "Is it that I admire Miss O'Halloran? Is that it? Come, now; speak plainly, Jack. Don't stand in the sulks. What is it that you want to say? I confess that I'm as much amazed as you are at finding that my Lady of the Ice is the same as your 'Number Three.' But such is the case; and now what are you going to do about it?"
"First of all," said Jack, coldly, "I want to know what you are proposing to do about it."
"I?" said I. "Why, my intention is, if possible, to try to win from
Miss O'Halloran a return of that feeling which I entertain toward her."
"So that's your little game—is it?" said Jack, savagely.