Joe’s blue eyes flashed indignantly at the tone of the other.
“You can brush yourself off,” he answered independently.
“What do you mean by your impudence?” demanded Oscar angrily. “Have you turned lazy all at once?”
“No,” said Joe firmly, “but I don’t choose to be ordered round by you.”
“What’s up, I wonder? Ain’t you our servant?”
“I am not your servant, though your father is my employer.”
“Then you are bound to obey me—his son.”
“I don’t see it.”
“Then you’d better, if you know what’s best for yourself. Are you going to brush me off?”
“No.”