"She would be very glad to hear that," thought Mark.
"When did you come to Niagara?"
"I d'n'ow, do you? Don't ask me any more of your fool questions," answered Jack with uncontrollable irritation. "Did I pay you for the drinks?" he asked, turning to the barkeeper.
"Yes, you paid me."
"Thought I did—didn't know."
As he spoke, Jack Minton's head fell forward on the table, and he closed his eyes. The last potation was too much for him.
"You'd better take your friend away," said the barkeeper, eying Jack without much favor. "I don't want him to go to sleep here!"
"He's no friend of mine," answered Mark.
"Didn't you come in with him? Didn't he treat you?"
"Yes, but I only accepted because he looked quarrelsome, and I was afraid he might take offense if I refused."