Diamond looked up insolently, inhaled a whiff of his cigarette, and then deliberately blew the smoke toward Frank.
"Yes, sir," he said, "I presume I did refer to you. What are you going to do about it?"
"You called me a coward and a sneak."
"Exactly, sir."
"If I had not already left the marks of my knuckles on you I would slap your face. As it is, I will simply—pull your nose!"
And Frank did so, giving Diamond's nose a sharp tweak.
Up to his feet leaped the Virginian, his face white with wrath. He picked up a glass of champagne as he arose, and then he dashed it into Frank's face.
In a twinkling friends were between them, keeping them apart.