"You go to the devil," he advised chillingly.
"Tut, tut!" Baumberger reproved gently. "The ladies are within
hearing, my boy. Let's get at this thing sensibly and calmly.
Violence only makes things worse. See how quiet Wally and Jack
and Clark and Gene are! THEY realize how childishly spiteful it
would be for them to follow your example. They know better.
They don't want--"
Jack grinned, and hitched his gun into plainer view. "When we
start in, it won't be STICKS we're sending to His Nibs," he
observed placidly. "We're just waiting for him to ante."
"This," said Baumberger, a peculiar gleam coming into his
leering, puffy-lidded eyes, and a certain hardness creeping into
his voice, "this is a matter for your father and me to settle.
It's just-a-bide-beyond you youngsters. This is a civil case.
Don't foolishly make it come under the criminal code. But
there!" His voice purred at them again. "You won't. You're all
too clear-headed and sensible."
"Oh, sure!" Wally gave his characteristic little snort.
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