“There is no need of an apology. You got in my way.”
“You have no business on the sidewalk with your wheel. It is meant for foot passengers.”
“Do you know who I am?” demanded Clarence haughtily.
“No, I don’t, nor do I care.”
“I am Clarence Ray, son of Squire Stephen Ray. He is a magistrate, and he can send you to jail.”
These words of Clarence had the effect he desired. The stranger released him, and eyed him with close scrutiny.
“So you are the son of Stephen Ray?” he said.
“Yes. What have you to say now?”
“That you had no right to run into me, whoever your father may be.”
“I shall report your insolence to my father. I shall charge you with violently assaulting me.”