Not a word of reply did he offer, but turned on his heal, digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands.
"Now, what do you think of that ?" demanded Haynes to himself.
"Turned down for that fellow Prescott---that shifty dodger and cheap bootlick! And I shook hands with you yesterday, Prescott! I never will again! Confound you, you turned out in togs at this late hour, just to put me out of the running!".