"By the way, I see a policeman down the street.

If you want to prefer a charge, Mr.Drayne, I'll blow my police whistle and bring the officer here." Spencer took a whistle from his pocket, moving it toward his lips.
"Do you want the officer!" challenged the reporter.
But Mr.Drayne began to see the matter in a somewhat different light.

He knew much about the nature of his son, and here were two witnesses against him.

Besides, one was a trusted staff writer for the local paper, and the whole affair was likely to result in a disagreeable publicity.
"I'll think this all over before I act," returned Mr.Drayne stiffly, as he took his son by one arm.

"Come along, Phin." As the Draynes moved away each held a handkerchief to his face.
"I don't think much of fighting, and I don't like to do it," muttered Darrin, who was beginning to cool down.