“Cut out the guff! I’m in a hurry.”
Sam took another step forward. “See here, Orkney! I’ve got things to tell you. You made a mistake when you bolted.”
“That’s my own lookout. I’m satisfied.”
“I’m not.”
“Huh! It’s no affair of yours.”
“I tell you it is,” Sam insisted. “Helped drive you out of town, didn’t I?”
“What’s that? ‘Drive me out?’” snorted Orkney. “Not much! Nobody drove me—least of all you and your gang of swelled heads!”
Sam kept his temper. “Might as well face things as they are. You ran away because everybody was down on you, because everybody cut you, because——”
“Not on your life!” Orkney broke in fiercely. “I don’t care a rap for the whole school or the whole town!”
“All the same you couldn’t stand the gaff. So you turned tail and bolted. And here I find you a wood-chopper and——”