“For goodness’ sake, Jake, listen to reason.” Tony began to advance cautiously.
“Back!” cried Finch. “Get back, if you’ve anything to say.” And he poised the rock threateningly.
Tony stopped a moment, willing to accomplish by persuasion what he was determined to effect by force if need be. “All right,” he agreed. “We’ll cry a truce for a minute. Don’t be an ass, now—tell me what’s the trouble and where you are cutting out to.”
“Who sent you after me?” demanded Finch.
“Mr. Roylston came——”
“Pah!” Jake uttered an exclamation of profound disgust.
“Mr. Roylston,” Tony repeated, “burst into Doctor Forester’s study, and said that you had been abusing him, and that you had lit out some place, and then he came near falling into a faint. So we started after you. This is no way to——”
“Well, I don’t care whether it’s a way or not,” interrupted Finch. “I’m done with the school. I’m chucking it.”
“Well, for goodness’ sake, don’t do it in a fool way like this. Come back and take your medicine like a man.”