"Neither, if you please."
"If you wish to save trouble, you will come back," said he.
"I'm not particular about saving trouble. If you have any business with me, I will return."
"I have business with you."
"Will you please to tell me what it is?"
"No, I will not."
"Then you will excuse me if I go home," I added, as I hoisted the jib.
There was only a very light breeze, and the Splash went off very slowly. I took my seat at the helm, trying to keep as cool as possible, though my bosom bounded with emotion. I was playing a strange part, and I was not at home in it. I could not help feeling that I was riding "a high horse;" but the injustice done me seemed to warrant it.
"Poodles, call the men," I heard Mr. Parasyte say to his flunky, and saw him run off to execute the command.
"Once more, Thornton, I ask you to come back," said the principal, still standing on the pier, from which the Splash had receded not more than a couple of rods.