“Don’t get your Irish up for such a little thing,” said Blair.
“I treat every one square,” remarked Frank, “and look for the same treatment in return.”
Bull laughed.
“You’re full of fight,” he said, “and I rather like that.”
“Is this Quick you know on the cross?” asked Hare.
“Yes, and I know no other of the name in the same line of biz; that’s the reason I took you up.”
“Then the fellow I met traveled under his name.”
“That’s just about the size of it. The chap was some one who makes Quick’s his headquarters.”
Hare chuckled softly to himself. He had cleverly got out of what threatened to be a serious dilemma. Bull called for more drinks. After finishing his own, he excused himself for a few minutes.
Blair went up to the bar, where Quick still remained.