"What are you going to do with that?" demanded he.
"That will depend upon circumstances."
"Drop that poker!"
"For the present I shall regard this poker as a part of myself; and I hope you will so regard it."
"You impudent puppy!"
"Foul words are cheap, defiling only him who utters them," I added, quoting a sentence from the instructions of Mr. Gracewood.
"I'm not to be trifled with, Phil," said Lynch, taking a small Derringer pistol from his pocket.
"That's just my case," I answered, elevating the poker.
"Look here, Lynch," interrupted Morgan Blair, rising from his chair in evident alarm, "if you are going to use pistols and such things, I won't have anything to do with the scrape."
"Shut up, Blair!" replied Lynch.