“If any of youse is lookin’ for trouble,” he said, “you can have all yer want. Better set still an’ enjoy der game. Der gent wid the smashed dicer can git him a new one for der price. He needs it. Dat lid is all outer date.”
“What do you mean by coming here and making all this row?” growled Manton. “You have half the bunch on this side rubbering at us.”
“Oh, be calm, be calm,” advised Cassidy serenely. “Let ’em rubber. Dey won’t bite er northin’. I seen youse here, an’ I took a fancy to set wid youse. You owe me money.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dere, dere, don’t gimme any o’ dat! It don’t go wid me. You know wot I mean. Dere’s somet’n’ comin’ ter me, an’ dis is me day fer collectin’.”
“You can’t get anything out of me. I’m broke.”
“Nay, nay; I’m too wise ter swaller dat. A gent like youse never goes busted. Come down wid der long green.”
“Shut up that talk!” grated the gentleman pugilist. “There’s nothing due you.”
“Den dere’s somet’n’ due youse, me boy! If youse don’t settle I’m goin’ ter tie you in a double hard knot.”
Manton was enraged. He was not afraid of Cassidy as a fighter, but he feared the fellow would succeed in attracting the attention of Merriwell and thus get them all into trouble.