"You needn't bring Fred anything more," he said. "He has had enough already."
"I have had enough already," muttered Fred, mechanically.
"Boys, are we going to stand this?" said the low-browed young man. "Are we going to let this telegraph boy interfere with a social party of young gentlemen? I move that we throw him downstairs."
He half rose as he spoke, but Frank stood his ground.
"You'd better not try it," he said quietly, "unless you want to pass the night in the station-house."
"What do you mean, you young jackanapes?" said the other angrily. "What charge can you trump up against us?"
"You have been cheating Fred out of his money," said Frank, firmly.
"It's a lie! We've been having a friendly game, and he lost. If we'd lost, we would have paid."
"How much did he lose?"
"Five dollars."