“No, I guess not; just a statement of fact.”
“Do you think I’m afraid of you?” demanded Tracy angrily.
“Guess not; keep on tormenting Weatherby and I’ll know you’re not.”
“Now, look here, Tidball, if you want a row, you can have it right off. You don’t need to wait and see what happens to your precious friend. I’ll fight you any time you like. Do you want a fight?”
“No, not particularly,” answered Anthony, with his most exasperating drawl. “Never fought any one in my life. Wouldn’t know how to go about it, I guess. Even——”
“Well, you’ll know all about it mighty soon if you don’t get out of here!”
“Don’t think I shall. Haven’t any intention of fighting.”
“Haven’t you, indeed? Well, what, I’d like to know, are you hinting at?”
“Not hinting at all. You leave Weatherby alone or I’ll catch you in the yard and wallop you with a trunk-strap; but,” he added grimly, “there won’t be any fighting.”