CHAPTER XIV — WHAT HAPPENED TO HARRY IN THE WOOD
“I have a little matter of business with you, Gilbert,” said Congreve.
“Business!” repeated Harry, looking from James Congreve, with his cool, deliberate manner, to the face of his companion, who was openly exultant. “I don’t understand you.”
“You’ll understand better in five minutes,” said Philip.
“I hope so, for I am quite in the dark now.”
“The fact is, Gilbert,” commenced Congreve, in the cool, deliberate tone habitual to him—for he seldom allowed himself to get excited—“my friend Philip, here, feels that you have treated him badly——”
“Outrageously!” interrupted Philip.
“Very well; let us say outrageously.”
“In what way have I treated him outrageously?” demanded Harry, undauntedly.
“Plenty of times,” answered Philip, excitedly. “Didn’t you attack me in the berry pasture?”