"Guess I was a fool to say I was sorry about that. Guess I got to teach you I got a right to go where I please."
Tolliver shook his head.
"Not to our house, if we don't want you."
The other leered.
"You so darned sure Sally don't want me?"
Impulsively Tolliver stepped forward, closing his fists.
"You drop that sort of talk, or——"
Joe interrupted, laughing.
"One thing's sure, Tolliver. If it came to a fight between me and you I'd be almost ashamed to hit you."
Through his passion Tolliver recognized the justice of that appraisal. Physically he was no match for the younger man.