“Yes, I’m here,” he coolly answered.
“Throw me out of a job, will you?” screamed the girl, with a ringing laugh.
“I’ll do more than that for you one of these days, young lady,” Nick cried back.
“Yes, you will!” returned Belle derisively. “It won’t be many days before there’ll be singing and flowers at your house, and you’ll ride at the head of a procession.”
“Think so?”
“You’ll not hear any of the music, either.”
“Don’t bank too heavily on that,” replied Nick. “I have been in worse places than this.”
“And got out alone?”
“And got out alone.”
“Well, if you get out of this one, Carter, you’ll be a bird,” cried Belle tauntingly. “You’ll find that this is no gilded cage. How do you like it?”