"Sampson, I don't like your talk," he said.
"If you don't like the way I talk you know what you can do," replied Sampson quickly.

He stood up then, cool and quiet, with flash of eyes and set of lips that told me he was dangerous.
"Well, after all, that's neither here nor there," went on Wright, unconsciously cowed by the other.

"The thing is, do I get the girl ?" "Not by any means, except her consent." "You'll not make her marry me ?" "No.

No," replied Sampson, his voice still cold, low-pitched.
"All right.

Then I'll make her." Evidently Sampson understood the man before him so well that he wasted no more words.