“I want you to turn out as far as you can,” he said authoritatively.
Harry was provoked, and not without reason.
“I have turned out my share, and shan’t turn out another inch,” he said, firmly. “You must be a fool to expect it.”
“Do you mean to call me a fool?” demanded Philip, his eyes flashing.
“You certainly act like one.”
“You’d better take care how you talk, you beggar!” exclaimed Philip, furiously.
“I’m no more a beggar than you are, Philip Ross!”
“Well, you are nothing but a working boy, at any rate.”
“What if I am?” replied Harry. “I’ve got just as much right on this road as you.”
“I’m a gentleman,” asserted Philip, angrily.