"Are you talking to me?" asked Fred, in a careless tone.
"To whom else?—speak!" cried the officer, impatiently.
"Perhaps you would not know where the place is located, even if I told you its name," replied Fred, with provoking indifference.
"I am the best judge of that," answered the lieutenant, turning red in the face.
"O, you are?" Fred laughed.
Smith, who had acted in a nervous manner ever since the conversation commenced, approached and whispered in Fred's ear,—
"Speak civilly to him, or he may take you to Melbourne."
This, instead of having the desired effect on Fred, only rendered him the more impudent; for he didn't relish being called "fellow," even if he had on a flannel shirt.
"Will you tell me where you belong?" demanded the officer, angrily.