"You all seem bound to force trouble on me to-night." "Not I, then," retorted Joyce, his spirit rising.

"I'm finding myself forced to the belief that you're hardly worth having trouble with." Jetson clenched his fists, taking a step forward, his dark eyes flashing.
Then he halted, as though implying that he was not thus easily to be driven into forgetting himself.
"Come along, fellows," urged Dan Dalzell in a low voice.

"Mr.Jetson seems to have no intention either of explaining or of affording other satisfaction." "Hold on, Mr.Jetson, you needn't answer him," interposed Darrin quickly, as Jetson opened his mouth.

"First of all this affair seems to concern me.

You've intimated that I'm no friend of yours and not worthy to be ranked as such.