"It was the same as saying that I am not fit company for you," said he, shaking his head.
"If it was, it was also saying that you were fit company for Mr. Solomons," I replied; and I regarded this as a clincher in the line of argument.
"It was not my pleasure to room with him."
"It is not my pleasure to room with you," I added.
"I consider your conduct as an insult to me, and I hold you responsible for it."
"All right," I replied, cheerfully. "Hold away."
"If the old fellow don't go back to his room, there'll be a row."
"The old fellow will do as he pleases about that," I added; "but whether he does or not, I shall not return to your room. I would sleep on the main truck first."
"Do you mean to insult me again?"
"Insult you again!" I exclaimed, indignantly, for my blood was up at the idea of a fellow like him putting on such airs. "No decent man could stay in the room with you, as you were the first night."