"You had better—really," he repeated.
The pale boy interposed.
"She is out with me," he said.
"So I see—she had better go home."
"Why—who says so?"
"If she doesn't she will see you get a licking. P'raps—p'raps she wouldn't like that."
Tommy still looked at the path.
"I—I'm not going to fight anyone to-day."
"You are—you're jolly well going to fight me, now."