The latter had seen him first, and now stood with braced feet in his position of battle, rolling the sleeves of his shirt away from his forearms.

Harrigan stepped behind a tree.
"Come out," roared McTee.

"I've seen you.

Don't try to sneak behind and take me from the back." With an exceeding bitterness of heart, Harrigan stepped into view again.
"You look sick," went on McTee.

"If you knew what would happen when we met, why did you come?
If you fear me, go back and hug the skirts of the girl.