There was an insinuation in the grin with which the words were accompanied which stung the man again.
"My lad, I've a mind to break your neck."
"Have you? Then you take my tip, and keep your mind to yourself. I've some friends not far from here, and if you try to come any of your games with me I'll give them a call, and they'll be here in double quick time; then you'll find that breaking necks is a game that more than one can play at."
Mr Frazer regarded the speaker as if he were considering whether or not to take him at his word, and let him give his friends a call. Then he turned to the girl, his tone as easy and courteous as ever:
"I think I'll put this parcel inside there, and then, while you're changing, I can have a talk with this young gentleman."
The girl seemed uncomfortable, undecided.
"What does he want?"
It was the younger man who replied:
"That's it, miss--what does he want? I wouldn't mind having what he thinks he's going to get; you can take that from me."
Mr Frazer ignored the other's words. Going to the caravan with the parcel in his hand he placed it just inside the door. Then he turned to the girl again, beckoning to her with his hand.