Angus, very much out of it, sat and smoked, regarding the players idly. He noted that the French boys—Blake was absent—drank very little. On the other hand, some of the players drank a good deal. But finally he lost interest. He became sleepy and dozed in his chair.
He was awakened by loud voices. The poker game had broken up; the players were on their feet.
"I tell you, Willoughby," Gerald French was saying, "you are quite mistaken. Nothing of the sort happened.
"I saw it," Willoughby maintained doggedly.
"You are a guest," said Gerald, "but don't abuse your privileges."
"I am aware of my obligations as a guest," Willoughby retorted, "but they do not include allowing myself to be rooked at cards."
Instantly Gerald struck him hard across the mouth and Willoughby lashed back. Another guest sought to interfere. Young Larry pushed him back.
"Keep out!" he said. "Mind your own business."
"Keep your hands off me!" the other returned, and caught at his arm.
Larry pinned him, and somebody else tried to pull him loose. Larry came loose with remarkable alacrity, and did so hitting with both hands. Gavin, pushing forward, was caught by two men. Instantly a rough-house started.