"Yes, sir."
"Then you must obey him?"
"I am sorry to differ with you, Mr. Kenyon, but I cannot see it in that light."
"It makes very little difference in what light you see it," sneered Mr. Kenyon. "I command you to obey him!"
Roland listened with triumphant malice, and nodded his head with satisfaction.
"Do you hear that?" he said insolently.
Oliver eyed him calmly.
"Yes, I hear it," he said.
"Then you'd better remember it next time."
"Where is the ball now?" asked Mr. Kenyon.