"Thanks, I don't drink," answered Robert, coolly.
"Don't drink?" cried the man. "Wot yer doin' down here, then?"
"That is my business."
"Don't yer git uppish about it."
"Make him treat, Mike," put in another man, whose nose showed that strong drink and he were no strangers.
"Come on an' have jess one glass," went on the man who had first addressed Robert.
As he spoke he caught Robert by the shoulder.
Our hero shook him off.
"Don't you dare to touch me," he said sharply. "If you do you will be laying up a good bit of trouble for yourself."
"In fightin' trim, hey?"