"That will do!" he said sternly. "Are you aware that you have practically accused me of telling an untruth?"
"That's what I meant to do," answered Button fiercely. "You're a cad—a sneak—you threw that ice at me on purpose!"
"If you say that again," exclaimed Dick, "I'll"
"Well, what will you do?" sneered Button.
"I think I shall have to buy you two coats," spoke Dick calmly, for he saw that Dutton was losing control of his temper, and the young millionaire wanted to end the affair.
"Don't you give me any of your fresh talk!" cried the captain.
"I shall say what I please on an occasion like this," responded Dick. "I have that privilege."
"You have, eh? Then look out for yourself!"
Dutton fairly leaped forward, and endeavored to strike Dick, but the young millionaire was too quick for him, and stepped to one side, at the same time involuntarily shooting out his fist, which caught the bully in the side. Dutton stopped short.
"I suppose you know what striking a gentleman means," he said slowly.
"I do when I hit one. I haven't struck any gentleman to-night," said Dick coolly.
"You're adding insult to it. You've got to give me satisfaction for this!"
