"I'll use all I've got to down you, if you don't come to light," Charley cried. "I'll do it, see if I don't."
Potch walked across to his father. He had heard Charley abusing and threatening Michael before without being able to make out what it was all about. He had thought it bluff and something in the nature of a try-on; but he had determined to put a stop to it.
"No, you won't!" he said.
"Won't I?" Charley turned on his son.
"No." Potch's tone was steady and decisive.
Charley looked towards Michael again.
"Well ... what are you going to do about it?"
"I've told you," Michael said. "Nothing."
"Did y' hear what I've been calling your saint?" Charley cried, turning to Potch. "I'm calling him what everybody on the fields'd be calling him if they knew."
Michael's gaze wavered as it went to Potch.