He would protect his rights in the good old-fashioned way, even if he had to thrash a dozen of them!
"Why, Jack!" said Dolly, whirling up at this moment, and sinking back into the scarf which he hurriedly draped about her. "You look like blood and thunder. You're not jealous, are you?"
"Oh, no!"
"Well then?"
"Why did you give Puffy Ellis that fan?"
"Poor Puffy! He doesn't dance, either."
"Lord, I'll dance by next Saturday," said Skippy miserably, "or break a leg."
"Foolish boy, of course you must dance! If I sit this out with you, will it make you feel any better?"
"Will it!"
"We'll go on the porch and you'll try a one-step. Oh, no one will see. Gracious! Don't look so terrified."