"What you here for?" he demanded, as Soapy closed the door, "didn't send for you, did I?"
"No, that's why I come, Bud."
"But, say, Bud, what—what's been th' matter?" stammered Spike, his gaze upon M'Ginnis's battered face, "who's been—"
"Matter? Nothin'! I had a bit of a rough-house as I come along—"
"'S right," nodded Soapy, "you sure look it! Never seen a fatter eye—"
"Well, what you got t' beef about?"
"Nothin', Bud, only—"
"Only what?"
"It's kind o' tough you losin' them couple o' teeth—or is it three?"
M'Ginnis turned on him with a snarl. "A-r-r-, you—! Some day I'm goin' t' kick the insides out o' ye!"