A fight, even then, was perilously near, but Armstrong averted it by turning away.
"I'm done." he repeated.

He gathered up a few tools that belonged to him, personally, gave one look at his comrades, waved a hand at them, and then, followed by Herzog, strode off down the long aisle, toward the door.
"Herzog," said he, calmly and with cold emphasis, "listen to this." "Get out! Get your time, I tell you, and go!" repeated the bully.

"To Hell with you! Clear out of here!" "I'm going," the young man answered.

"But before I do, remember this; you grazed death, just now.

Well for you, Herzog, almighty well for you, my temper didn't best me.