“Well,” said Bull, “he’s the only Mike Quick in this town that I ever heard of.”
“Perhaps the fellow I knew was only giving me a ‘barney’ as to his name.”
“I think you are giving me a ‘barney,’” remarked Blair.
Hare appeared offended.
“If you doubt my word,” he said, rising from his chair, “I guess we will cut our acquaintanceship right here where it began.”
“Sit down.”
Frank grumbled and did so.
“Do I look like a fraud?” he asked.
“No.”
“Well, I ain’t one.”