“How do you like it?”
“How do I like it?” echoed Philip, furiously. “Don’t ask such absurd questions, but come and untie me.”
“Wait a minute,” said Harry. “Perhaps you have forgotten that this is the way you and Congreve served me only last night. I suppose you thought it a good joke. Well, Ralph Temple has played the same joke on you.”
“Joke!” repeated Philip. “He’ll find out what kind of a joke it is when my father has him put in jail.”
“Do you think he deserves to be put in jail just for that?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then it seems to me that you and your friend Congreve deserve the same punishment for what you did to me.”
“It’s entirely different; but stop talking and come and untie me.”
“You didn’t untie me. You left me to pass the night in the forest alone.”
Philip eyed Harry attentively, and it struck him that perhaps it would be better to drop his haughty and domineering tone and temporize a little, if he wanted a rescue. He could afterward treat Harry as he pleased.