"Now, if you don't come back, I'll break your head!" said Ben.
"Look out that your own don't get broke"; and Harry brandished his cudgel in the air.
Ben glanced at the club, and saw from the flash of Harry's bright eye that he was thoroughly aroused. His companion was not to be trifled with, and he was ready to abandon the point.
"Come, Harry, it's no use for us to quarrel," he added, with a forced smile.
"I know that; but I won't be trod upon by you or anybody else."
"I don't want to tread on you."
"Yes, you do; you needn't think you are going to lord it over me in that way. I will go back to the poorhouse first."
"Let's be friends again, Harry. Throw down your club."
"Yes, and let you lick me, then! No, you don't!"
"I won't touch you, Harry; upon my word and honor, I won't."