"I'm managing my end of this fight." "You b.j.little poltroon," snarled Kramer.

"I'll call you out myself if you have the nerve to talk back!" hissed Kramer.
"Is licking cowards your specialty ?" demanded Prescott coolly.
But that settled it, making a coming fight with Kramer an absolute necessity, now.
"Mr.Kramer," interrupted Mr.Edwards sternly, "this has gone far enough.

You must stop hectoring that plebe, sir.

He has all he can attend to as it is." Kramer stopped, with a snap of the jaws.

He didn't want to.