The next instant Victor found his wrists being held in a grip of steel.
“Let go, Brandon; let go!” he stormed. “I’ll punch your head if you don’t.”
“Promise to stop, Vic?”
“No; I’ll promise nothing, you big Indian, you large spot in the landscape! Let go!”
“Only when I have your word, Vic.”
Victor struggled furiously to free himself.
“How dare you grab me like that, Brandon?” he howled. “Ouch! It hurts like fun. Gee, if I don’t get square with you for this I never saw a senator—and my father’s best friend’s a senator!”
“Hello, Jumbo, what’s up?”
This salutation, uttered in very loud tones, put a stop to further hostilities.
Both instantly turned.