“Because,” returned the other, with convincing coolness, “if it was, I intend to slap his face publicly as soon as I can find him.”
“You must do nothing of the sort.”
Now, indeed, there was a change in the other’s bearing. The words came sharp and crisp.
“I shall do exactly as I said. Perhaps you will explain why you think otherwise.”
“Because you must have some sense somewhere about you. Do you realize where you are?”
“I hardly think you can teach me geography, or anything else, Mr. Perkins.”
“Well, good God,” said the other sharply, “somebody’s got to teach you! What do you suppose would be the result of your slapping Von Plaanden’s face?”
“Whatever it may be, I am ready. I will fight him with any weapons, and gladly.”
“Oh, yes; gladly! Fun for you, all right. But suppose you think of others a little.”
“Afraid of being involved yourself?” smiled Carroll. “I’m sure you could run away successfully from any kind of trouble.”