"And the only reason I'll be easy with you, Jimmie Carlisle, is because you are Maggie's father--though you're the rottenest thing as a father God ever let breathe!" Old Jimmie shrank slightly before Larry's glower, and his little eyes gleamed with the fear of a rat that is cornered.

But he said nothing.
Larry turned his back upon the two men.

"We're through with this bunch, Maggie.

Put on a hat and a wrap, and let's go.

We can send for your things." "No you don't, Maggie," snarled Barney, before Maggie could speak.
Old Jimmie made his first positive motion since entering the room.