“Why sure, we’re just sitting here, that’s all. What are you doing?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“No?”
“Certainly not.”
“And might I ask you why it’s any more your business what we’re doing?”
“Because I choose to make it.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll ‘Oh’ you,” the man snapped taking a step forward with clinched fists.
But he evidently thought better of his intention when he saw that Bob also took a step to meet him and that his fists were also clinched.
“Are you going up the mountain?” he demanded, falling back to his former position.