Philip, however, made no such move, but kept in the middle.
“Isn’t he going to turn out?” thought Harry. “How does he expect to get by?”
“Why don’t you turn out, Philip?” he called out.
“Turn out yourself!” retorted Philip, haughtily.
“That’s what I’m doing,” said Harry, rather provoked.
“Then turn out more!” said the young gentleman, arrogantly.
“I have turned out my share,” said Harry, stopping his horse. “Do you expect to keep right on in the middle of the road?”
“I shall if I choose,” said Philip, unpleasantly; but he, too, reined up his horse, so that the two teams stood facing each other.
Harry shrugged his shoulders, and asked, temperately:
“Then how do you expect to get by?”