“Rather,” replied Paul, concealing his indignation.
“I think it was very cleverly done,” added Clyde, annoyed at the coolness of his companion. “You couldn’t have done it better yourself, sir.”
“I don’t think I could,” replied Paul, dryly. “And you expect your mother this evening.”
“Yes; and she shall take my name off the books of the ship.”
“Perhaps she will not.”
“O, but she will. Then the two nobs that insulted me on the ship shall hear from me.”
“What do you intend to do with them?”
“I’ll whip them both; if I don’t my name isn’t Clyde Blacklock!”
“But they will take you back to the ship before your mother arrives.”
“I dare say they will, if they see me; but I don’t intend to go out of the hotel till my mother comes. I shall stay in my room, or near it, the rest of the day.”