He continued his conversation with another; and though his enemy repeated his words, they did not seem to enter the ears of Tom.

Even when Zeigler put a question direct to him, it was ignored.
It then became the turn of Zeigler to flush at the general smile that went round.

At last he had been rebuffed.
One afternoon, when there was little custom in the store, Tom entered one of the rear rooms, where were Zeigler and two other clerks.

The fellow's heart rankled at the snubbing he had received, and he was plotting some way of "getting even" with the sanctimonious fellow, who would never swear or indulge in a coarse word.
"This is just the place for a wrestling match," remarked Zeigler.

"Gordon, I will go you." There was no ignoring this challenge.