“I am aware of that——”
“Well—it——”
“Well——”
The men were sitting with their elbows leaning upon the table, and they stared into each other’s eyes for some time in silence.
“Say, Darwin,” Brockey finally blurted out, “I don’t like to be spoken to in that way. You talk as if you had a hold on me.”
“I have a hold on you!” Darwin fairly hissed, and his face darkened, while his eyes shone like two coals of fire.
“So you think. But I have also a hold on you, my bully boy, and don’t you forget it!”
Again a silence fell on them.
Darwin scowled.
Brockey smiled, showing a hideous gold tooth.