“Now, see here,” said Fleet, “you’ve tried this game on me several times and I’m getting tired of it.”
“He’s tired of our game,” said Chot, with a glance at Tom.
“He’s tired of our game,” said Tom, returning Chot’s look.
“Comes in here arousing our curiosity, then refuses to tell us what he’s getting at.”
“Then says he’s tired of our game.”
“I don’t see any game.”
“Neither do I.”
“Well, I do,” fumed Fleet. “I won’t tell you now; I’ll get out of here—that’s what I’ll do.”
He made a dash for the door, but Tom blocked the passage.
“No, you don’t,” said he. “You’re going to tell us what you came in to tell us, whether you want to tell us or not. Make up your mind to that.”