"You're a common cheat," cried Louis, "and you lie!"
"Don't say that agin," sed Maxwell.
"You lie—you lie—you lie!" screamed Louis.
Morgan and me both started to our feet, but we wos afraid to turn round. I wos so scared that I wished myself well out of it, and from Morgan's face I guessed he wished the same. No one spoke for a little while, and then it wos Maxwell wot led the way.
"Yer'll 'ave to apolergize to me for this," 'e sed; "I'll wait till yer cool."
"Yer'll wait till yer in yer grave, then," sed Louis, "and I'll see yer in —— fust."
"Are yer goin' to pay wot yer owe me?" arst Maxwell.
"Not one brass farden," Louis answered, "and I'll see if I can't git back wot yer've robbed me of already. I'll have my revenge on yer some'ow; I'll make a public egshibition of yer. You're a blackleg and a swindler, and I'll take these marked cards to prove wot I say."
"Drop 'em," sed Maxwell, "or it'll be wuss for yer."
"Try and make me, yer blackleg!" cried Louis. "You low-bred thief, you shall die in the 'ulks!"