Albert let go, but he did not step back. He remained where he was, exactly in front of Mr. Price.
“Don't you say any more about—about what you were saying,” he repeated.
“Eh? Not say any more? Why not? Who's goin' to stop me, I'd like to know?”
“I am.”
“I want to know! What'll you do?”
“I don't know. If you weren't so old, I would—but I'll stop you, anyhow.”
Albert felt a hand on his arm and heard Mr. Keeler's voice at his ear.
“Careful, Al, careful,” it said. “Don't hit him.”
“Of course I shan't hit him,” indignantly. “What do you think I am? But he must promise not to mention—er—Miss Fosdick's name again.”
“Better promise, Is,” suggested Laban. Issachar's mouth opened, but no promise came forth.