I trust, that I haven't done you serious harm." "Quit yer sass!" ordered the other, who was a tall, broad-shouldered and very surly looking fellow of thirty.
"I don't much blame you for being peevish," Reade went on.

"Still, I think there has been no serious harm done.

Good night, friend." "No, ye don't!" snarled the other.

"Nothing of the slip-away-easy style, like that!" "Why, what do you want ?" I asked Tom, opening his eyes in genuine surprise.
"Ye thick-headed idiot!" rasped the surly stranger.

"Ye--" From that the stranger launched into a strain of abuse that staggered the young engineer.
"Say no more," begged Reade generously.