Dave's eyes were flashing in a way they were wont to do when he was thoroughly angry.
"Ripley---you cur! To address a young woman in that familiar fashion!" glared Dave.
"What have you to say about it ?" demanded Fred, insolently.
"This!" was Dave Darrin's only answer in words.
Smack! His fist landed on one side of Fred's face.

The latter staggered, then slipped to the ground.
"There's the car, Dick," uttered Dave, in a low tone.

"Put the girls aboard." Half a dozen passers-by had already turned and were coming back to learn the meaning of this encounter.

Dick understood how awkward the situation would be for the girls, so he glided forward, hailed the car, and led Laura and Belle out to it.
"But I'd rather stay," whispered Belle, in protest.

"I want to make sure that Dave doesn't get into any trouble." "He won't," Dick promised.