"Do you, indeed?" stormed he.
"I do, indeed."
He moved towards me, and I retreated to a corner of the room, where stood a heavy base-ball bat, which had been presented to me for skilful playing. That corner was my base of supplies.
"Do you know where that girl is?" said he, pausing and glancing at my muscular artillery in the corner.
"Hold on a minute, till I am dressed, and I will answer the question."
"Answer it now—this instant."
"Not yet."
"What do you mean, you young villain? Do you intend to insult me?"
"That question is rather refreshing, Mr. Tom Thornton, after coming to my room in the middle of the night as you did. Do you mean to insult me?"
"Insult you, you young villain!" sneered he.