“That’s what he did!”
“And it’s the first time anything like that ever happened to the slugger.”
“McGinty’ll come back for his gore!”
“Young chap, you’d better skip out by the other door, or he’ll kill you.”
“Thank you,” said Frank, quietly, his eyes flashing. “I am minding my business, and I shall not run away from that tough. If he bothers me again I’ll kick him so hard he won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“That’s the stuff!” roared Col. McGraw of Topeka. “The boy is all right! He’s no baby, and anybody who thinks he is makes a mistake. What’ll you have, young man? If I have been touched, I’ve got enough red money left to buy the drinks, and you can have anything you want.”
“I never drink, sir,” answered Frank, calmly.
“Wh-wh-what?” exploded the colonel. “Never drink?—and you kicked McGinty? Oh, say——”
But Frank could not be induced to drink.
“What do you think of that, Kelley?” asked the Topeka man, in apparent disdain, addressing one of the barkeepers.