He could hardly fizz over like this.

We should have less trouble with him if he could.
But he's a vast deal cooler than that--worse luck!" Willy's anger was not appeased by this invidious parallel.

"That's enough," he cried at all but the full pitch of his voice, pointing at the same time to the door.
The men smiled grimly and turned about.
"Remember, a fortnight to-day, and we'll be with you again." Rotha clung to the rannel-tree rafter to support herself.

Willy thrust out his arm again, trembling with excitement.
"A fortnight to-day," repeated the constable calmly, and pulled the door after him..