“I’m going to if you don’t take it back,” answered Cal grimly. “I’m going to hit you till you say you believe me. Do you?”
The white, strained faces were close and two pairs of angry eyes glared hatred at each other.
“No!” cried Ned.
Cal raised a fist.
“You’d better. I didn’t take your money. Believe that?”
“No!”
But the blow didn’t fall. Cal’s eyes fell instead.
“I cal’late I can’t,” he muttered.
“Go ahead! You—you thief! Hit me! I dare you to!”