Rather reluctantly, for he wanted to stay and triumph over his helpless rival, Philip followed his companion out of the wood.
CHAPTER XV — PHILIP’S BAD ADVISER
Philip was elated by his triumph over Harry. Being cowardly by nature, he felt that it would be a terrible thing to stay in the lonely wood all night, and he naturally thought that Harry would look upon it in the same light.
He felt that it would pay off all old scores, and leave the advantage with him. But there was a drop of bitterness mingled with his exultation.
James Congreve had called him a bully to his face, and in the presence of Harry, and this seemed to him a personal insult. He was not willing to let it pass, and was resolved to give Congreve to understand that the offense must not be repeated.
“Well, Philip,” said Congreve, “our plan has succeeded.”
“Yes,” answered Philip, shortly.
“What’s the matter? Aren’t you satisfied yet?”
“Yes, as far as that goes; but I don’t like the way you spoke to me.”