“Well, you don’t act like one; you’d better turn out pretty quick, for I am in a hurry and can’t wait.”
“Then turn out more.”
“I shan’t do it,” said Harry, with spirit; “and no one but you would be unreasonable enough to ask me to do it.”
“Then you’ll have to wait,” said Philip, settling himself back provokingly in his seat, and eyeing Harry with a look of disdain.
“Come, don’t be obstinate, Philip,” urged Harry, impatiently. “I only ask you to do your share of turning. We have equal rights here, even if you were three times the gentleman you pretend to be.”
“You are insolent, Harry Gilbert. I don’t take orders from such as you.”
“Then you won’t turn out?” asked Harry, gathering up his reins.
“Suppose I don’t?” retorted Philip, in a provoking tone.
“Then I shall drive on,” said Harry, resolutely.
“You wouldn’t dare to!”