“Is it putting on airs to insist on my rights?” asked our hero.
“Your rights!” retorted the other, laughing contemptuously.
“Yes, my rights,” returned Herbert, quietly. “I have a right to half of the road, and I have taken it. If I turn out any more, I shall go into the gully.”
“That makes no difference. A wetting won't do you any harm. Your impudence needs cooling.”
“That may be,” said Herbert, who did not choose to get angry, but was resolved to maintain his rights; “but I object to the wetting, for all that, and as this wagon is not mine, I do not choose to upset it.”
“You are the most insolent young scamp I ever came across!” exclaimed the other, furiously. “I've a good mind to give you something much worse than a wetting.”
“Such as what?” asked our hero, coolly. In reply the man flourished his whip significantly. “Do you see that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Oh, very well,” said the other, ironically; “I'm glad you do. Perhaps you wouldn't like to feel it?”
“No, I don't think I should,” said Herbert, not exhibiting the least apprehension.