"I—how—what's the matter?" he sputtered.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Kenworth?" demanded Ned sternly. He was in no mood to be trifled with. He fancied now that he saw the whole contemptible plot, swiftly as the storm had broken.
In another instant he had Kenworth by the collar.—[Page 80]
"Well, you see, sir—I—that is, when——"
"Answer me at once, please. What are you doing here?"
"I—I thought I'd practice up a bit."
"What!"
Ned's eyes blazed and a dangerous flicker of white came around his nostrils. He despised a liar more than he held contempt for a coward, and if he was not much mistaken, Kenworth was both.