“Better wait until I do.”
The angry citizen paused, took a good look at the tall chauffeur, then:
“Why, you ain’t nothin’ but a kid!” he exclaimed.
Tom’s face flushed.
“I’m old enough to know what I’m doing,” he answered, witheringly.
“You are, hey? There ought to be a law passed against letting fellers what ain’t cut their eye teeth yet drive regular whaleback ships like that through the streets. What are you doing in there, anyway, boy?”
“If you throw any more words in this direction you may find out.”
“Got a license for knocking folks down, have you?”
A small crowd had already gathered, and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the situation.
“Don’t let ’im faze you, chaufyer,” screeched a very small lad.