Mr. T. Now go will you!
Topp. I wont!
Mr. T. We’ll see about that. (Business of pushing Topp toward door, R.)
Topp. Why bless me if he doesn’t mean it. Well, I didn’t graduate in a university for nothing. I know a little of the manly art. (Hits Twiggs and knocks him over table, sending books flying.) You have a little my advantage in years (or height, or weight, as case may be) but you’re welcome to it.
Twiggs. (Recovering.) Don’t come on again! My blood is up.
Topp. Your blood! (Knocks Twiggs into window and breaks it.)
Mrs. T. (Rushes between them.) Don’t hurt him, Josiah.
Mr. T. Do not alarm yourself, my dear, I’ll not.
Tick. (Getting ready to hold Topp.) Steady boys, steady.
Topp. (Flinging Tick aside.) Get out of my way.