"I said I couldn't serve you here. I——"
"Oh, yes you can, and what's more you're going to."
"I'll call a policeman and have you put out."
"Look here, Mister Man, unless I get some supper here quickly, I'll have the law on you. You are keeping a public house, and you have no right to turn me out."
Steve didn't know whether he were right or not, but he took a long chance. He saw at once that he had made a good point, so he pressed it further.
"I am going to sit down at that table over there, and I shall expect to be served at once."
The proprietor's hand fell from the Iron Boy's shoulder as the latter strode to the nearest table and seated himself. A waiter stepped up to him asking what he would have, at the same time thrusting a bill of fare on the table in front of the boy.
"I think I'll take about five dollars' worth of ham and eggs," answered Rush without a trace of a smile on his face.