CHAPTER VIII. — THE KING’S DOUBLE
As Leroy rose to speak, there was a little commotion. Max Graub upset his glass, and seemed to be having a struggle under the table with Axel Regor.
“What ails you?” said Leroy, glancing at his friends with an amazed air—“Are you quarrelling?”
“Quarrelling!” echoed Max Graub, “Why, no—but what man will have his beer upset without complaint? Tell me that!”
“You upset it!” said Regor angrily—“I did not.”
“You did!” retorted Graub, “and because I pushed you for it, you showed me a pistol in your pocket! I object to be shown a pistol. So I have taken it away. Here it is!” and he laid the weapon on the table in front of him.
A look of anger darkened Leroy’s brows.
“I was not aware you carried arms,” he said coldly.