The next instant Willie and Nat were down upon him and holding him down where he lay struggling and blaspheming, shouting out oaths and threats.
"You ain't hurt, Mr. Leicester?" asked Willie.
"No," said Leicester. "He has not touched me. There is no harm done, if he has received none."
"Not he," growled Willie, "the fool's drunk."
"So I see," said Leicester. "I am not likely to resent the conduct of a drunken man, but I must and I will defend myself against any attack he may make or any annoyances he may give when he is sober."
"Ay, ay," said Willie. "That is right enough."
"Perhaps you will give him to understand that when he is capable of understanding anything," said Leicester.
"Ay, ay, I will," said Willie.
"Good-night," said Leicester.