The Mayor jumped up, his face livid.
“What’s that?” he cried. “You––you would say that to me who could squeeze you like this–––”
“No good! You tried hard to do it several times, but it wouldn’t work.”
“Haven’t you got a say in this, Langford?”
“Yes!––and my say’s the same as Phil’s.”
“By God! I’ll fix both of you good and plenty before I’m through. You––you pair of Real Estate sharks!”
Jim pounced on him and pinned him against the door before he could say another word. Brenchfield was impotent.
“Another word o’ that, and I’ll bang your heid through the panel,” exclaimed Jim, rising as usual in his anger to his beloved native tongue.
Brenchfield quieted down, lamblike, and Jim released him.
He spoke to Jim and pointed his finger at Phil.