"That's ther snap!" returned Jounce. "You jest hang onter ther cuss, will yer? He ain't no good to me," and then the tramp chuckled audibly.
"But I can make you trouble."
"Kin yer?"
"Yes, I can."
"All right; heave ahead."
The saloon-keeper found that he was dealing with a man who was not to be frightened or deceived into paying over money unnecessarily.
"Never mind," he said, finally. "It's all right. You wish to dispose of this fellow effectually?"
"In course."
"I've never permitted bloodshed in my house," proceeded Billy Bowlegs, "but I'll tell you what we will do. We will drop the fellow down to the lower room, and leave him until the boss comes; then his fate will be decided upon."
"That suits me."