"Now, Blake French, I want to tell you something," he said. "You have a dirty tongue in your head. See that you keep it between your teeth, and mind that never again do you come here drunk. For as sure as you do and I hear of it, I will break half the bones in your body. Is that plain enough for you?"
Blake swore deeply. "I'll get you for this," he threatened.
"Then get me right," said Angus, "for the next time I lay my hands on you I will break you. Remember that."
Riding homeward beside Gus he thought over the events of the evening. It seemed fated that he should lock horns with Blake. He regretted that he had not thrown him out sooner. For the latter's threat he did not care at all. As he looked at it Blake had not enough sand to make his words good.
"Ay tank," said Gus, "dat faller, Blake, he'd do purty dirty trick."
"Maybe."
Gus was silent for a mile.
"Dat's purty fine voman," he announced.
"Yes," Angus agreed absently, "Miss Winton is a fine girl."
"Ay ent mean her," said Gus; "Ay mean dae Irish voman."