"You are not going to prosecute him?"—Stuart asked incredulously.
"As soon as I can telephone for an officer."
"You don't mean it?"
"Don't I?" The little man spoke fiercely, his black eyes glowing, his hands trembling as they opened and closed as an eagle's claws.
"Look here, Cal."
"It's no use Jim, this is my affair."
"You've asked me to share your affairs."
"Not this one."
"Then to hell with you and all your affairs! I'll fight you to the last ditch"—Stuart's words rang with fierce decision.
Bivens looked at him in amazement.