"Your conduct; nothing else."
"What have I done?"
"You tried to get rid of me, and intended to leave me here in this inhospitable swamp, away from any human habitation, and with nothing in sight but the railroad and the lake."
"What put such a notion as that into your head, Phil?"
"I have come to the conclusion that you think there is one too many for the present cruise in the Marian. I should not have come, if you had not been so kind as to invite me; and now I don't intend to be left in this swamp."
"Nobody thought of leaving you in the swamp."
"Then you are nobody—which it is not polite to say."
"Come, Phil, we have been good friends, and we won't quarrel now."
"I won't, if I can help it."
"Let us walk up to the place where the flowers grow," said he, leading the way.