He rose and
coolly looked Wambush in the face. "If you say so, we'll walk across
to the stable."
"No," sneered Wambush, "this heer's good enough fur me; I hain't got no
secrets frum them mount'in men out thar nur this young lady. I jest
want ter know now--right _now_, by Glory! ef you ever give sech orders."
"Do you think this is a proper place to settle such a matter?" calmly
asked Westerfelt.
"D----d you; you are a coward; you are afeerd to say so!"
Harriet Floyd, with a white, startled face, tried to slip between the
two men, but Wambush roughly pushed her aside.
"You _are_ afeerd!" he repeated, shaking his fist in Westerfelt's face.
"No, I'm not," replied Westerfelt. The corners of his mouth were drawn
down and his chin was puckered. "I have fought some in my life, and
sometimes I get as mad as the next one, but I still try to be decent
before ladies. This is no place to settle a difficulty."
"Will you do it outside, then?" sneered Wambush.
Westerfelt hesitated, and looked at the crowd that filled the door and
stood peering in at the window.
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