“Tell him what you please, but my plan must be carried out,” answered Burchmore, who, perhaps, believed that he should be justified in fighting the coxswain with his own weapons.
“Here you are; I’ve been looking for you,” said Clyde, presenting himself sooner than he was wanted. “You thought you would keep out of my way—did you?”
“I have not given that subject any attention,” replied Burchmore, coolly.
“Yes, you have; you sneaked off here to keep out of my way.”
“As you please,” replied Burchmore, who began to walk slowly towards the road.
“You don’t escape me this time,” added Clyde, placing himself in front of the cashier.
“I have no wish to escape you.”
“Yes, you have; you are a Yankee coward!”
“Perhaps I am; but I’m not afraid of a British bully.”
“Do you call me a bully?”