“Let me—me go!” spluttered the tipsy individual. “Let go my collar!”
“Don’t you do it, Andy!” and Matt sprang to his feet as quickly as he could.
“I don’t intend to,” was Andy’s determined answer. “What’s the meaning of this trouble?”
“He wouldn’t let me look at the pistols,” whined the tipsy man, collapsing now that he saw he was powerless to do any more injury.
“I didn’t think he was in fit condition to look at anything,” put in Matt.
“You had no right to abuse my partner,” said Andy, sure that Matt was in the right of the altercation. “Now you get right out of here, and don’t show your face again.”
And Andy shoved the man toward the door, which he had left partly open.
The tipsy man began to remonstrate, and wanted to fight both of them. He grew quite abusive, and threatened to wreck all the things in the establishment. Before he could carry out his threat, however, Andy and Matt landed him out on his back on the sidewalk and beckoned to a passing policeman.
“What! so it’s you again!” cried the officer, on seeing the intoxicated individual. “I thought you had warning enough at the hotel. What has he been doing?” he asked of Matt.