"Must've been a reason," snarled the man. "Out with it!"
The slapped-one's girl friend faced the insulted girl. "Free with your hands, aren't you, dearie?"
"So's he!" she snapped in return.
"So'm I!" screeched the other girl. She reached and came back with a handful of hair. The other girl raked four red furrows down the side of the hair-puller's cheek, and the battle was on.
"Get her out!" snapped the slapped man.
"G'wan," snarled the other fellow; he led with a right, crossed with a left, and was jolted with a short jab to the stomach.
That was the end. Waiters, bouncers, and general huskies converged. The orchestra leader rapped and the band started to play a Spike Jones arrangement of After the Brawl was Over!
"Wisconsin," chuckled Les, "Seems to offer everything!"
To Joan, the sentimental spell was broken: Ackerman sensed this, and took her by the arm, leading her towards the door. She went, chuckling over the incident. It was Ackerman who was slightly horrified; he knew that he had been the cause of the ruckus. He was also pleased at the results, and he believed that he might be able to do something with this strange element.
He found passing through the door slightly difficult. The temperon sample in his pocket was slowed, as though a slight resistance were offered. The outer door moved slightly as he passed through it.