“They are going to fight,” said Nora in an awed and horrified voice. “Oh, Larry, do go over.”
“He-l-l-o,” cried Larry across the water. “That you, Switzer? Who is that with you? Come along around here, won't you?”
There was a silence of some moments and then Romayne's voice came quietly across the water. “That you, Gwynne? Rather late to come around, I think. I am off for home. Well, Switzer, that's all, I think, just now. I'll say good-night.” There was no reply from Switzer.
“You won't come then?” called Larry. “Well, goodnight, both of you.”
“Good-night, good-night,” came from both men.
“Do you think they will fight?” said Nora.
“No, I think not. There's Switzer riding off now. What fools they are.”
“And Jack Romayne is so quiet and gentlemanly,” said Nora.
“Quiet, yes, and gentlemanly, yes too. But I guess he'd be what Sam calls a 'bad actor' in a fight. Oh, these men make me tired who can't have a difference of opinion but they must think of fighting.”
“Oh, Larry, I don't understand you a bit,” cried Nora. “Of course they want to fight when they get full of rage. I would myself.”