"Not to-night, Blake."
"Well, you will," Blake declared with an oath. "Trying to get rid of me, are you? And I suppose this Mackay—"
"That will do now," Angus interrupted. "Be careful what you say."
"Say!" Blake roared, his temper getting the better of his prudence, "I'll say what I like. What business have you hanging around here? It's time—"
"It's time you went," Angus told him, "and you're going, do you savvy? Come along, or I'll take you."
"You—" Blake began, but got no further, for Angus slapped the words back against his teeth and caught him by wrist and collar.
The struggle was short and sharp. A couple of chairs went over. And then Angus got his grip.
"Give him th' bummer's run!" shrieked Mrs. Foley from the door.
"Open the front door!" Angus commanded Gus.
When it was open he shot Blake through with a rush and outside released him.