Could he cow the artist?
Already he had made up his mind that this was impossible, for the man seemed to be as daring as he was bad.
What then?
There was nothing left but to let the game take its course.
If Joe and this man ever came into personal contact there would be trouble, for the artist looked like a man who would back up his acts with blows.
“You refuse to change your plans, then?”
“Most decidedly.”
“Well, you may rue it ere long.”
“See here, what makes it your business—there was no name attached to this note—how do you know who wrote it—what in the devil have you got to do with it, anyhow, and what is to hinder me from giving you a sound thrashing on account of your confounded impudence in the affair?”
His manner was threatening.