"Are you insane?" he demanded, drawing back in affright.
"No, but I don't propose to be bulldozed. Just lay down that stick, if you please."
Mechanically Talbot dropped it.
"You have a terrible temper!" he exclaimed.
"I hope not, but I am quite prepared to defend myself, Mr. Talbot."
"How old are you, sir?"
"Sixteen."
"Then you are under authority. You are bound to obey me."
"Am I? I don't recognize you as having any authority over me."
"Evidently you have a good deal to learn. Once more, will you obey me?"