maintaining outward neutrality, watched Elk very closely. Ned had an idea, perhaps a mistaken one, that when it came to fistic encounters it was his bounden duty to substitute for Laurie, and he had been on the point of substituting when Mrs. Deane's appearance had called a halt.
Laurie's smile gave place to sudden gravity as he interrupted Elk's flow of eloquence. "That will do," he said. "I'm not afraid of you, Thurston, but it's silly to get so upset over a trifle. Of course I shouldn't have taken your wheel, but I didn't hurt it any, and you've bawled me out quite enough, don't you think? I'll apologize, if you like, and—"
"I don't want your apology," growled Elk. "You're too blamed fresh, Turner, and you talk too much. After this you let everything of mine alone. If you don't, I'll do what I was going to do when the old lady came in. Understand?"
"Perfectly," replied Laurie soberly. "Have a soda?"
"Not with you, you little shrimp!" Elk strode away, fuming, to elbow his way to the fountain.
"What did you have to say that for?" asked Ned. "You had him pretty nearly calmed down,
