2/11 "Oh well, I'll be off till you've done." "No, don't go," cried Anson, springing forward and grasping his arm. "I don't want to be mixed up with any quarrels; but you might have got them over outside. There, I'm off." "Stop where you are!" cried Ingleborough. "You have a perfect right to hear what I have said, and you're welcome." "Yes, stop where you are, West," cried Anson, clinging to the young fellow's arm. "I believe that the war scare has sent Ingle off his head. |