"No more of that," Sam Larder enjoined him. "You stop your cussin', you hear. There's ladies present."
"Where?" the district attorney demanded, staring about him insolently.
"My father will ask you what you mean by that," said Sally Jane.
"I didn't mean you," mumbled the angry man, perceiving that he had gone a little too far. "I—I was a li'l hasty, I guess. No offense, ladies, I hope."
He achieved a clumsy bow and again faced Hazel. "Now, look here, you can't go on acting this way, you know. You're only hurting your own case. Be reasonable, be reasonable."
"And let you poke all through my house!" she snapped him up. "Not much. I don't want any trouble, but I'll have to shoot the first man that goes beyond this room."
"Told you you'd get her all stirred up," said Sam Larder.
"We didn't want you to come along anyway, Rale," contributed Felix Craft. "You're too buffle-headed for any human use. Y'oughta take things more easy with the girl. If you'd left it to us, everything would have been all right."
"I suppose busting in with your guns pulled is one way of taking it easy."
"I notice you had yours out," supplied Felix.