"I'll stop now if you will," muttered Bill.
"Do you take back what you said?" shouted Frank.
"Yes," whispered Bill.
"Am I a sissie?" demanded Frank.
"No," replied Bill.
"Shake," said Frank, holding out his hand.
They gripped hands. It was over. The crowd got around Frank, patted him on the back, and in various ways showed him their approval. Daly, abandoned by everybody, slunk away towards the door to make a hasty exit. He knew he was done for. The Club was no longer a place for him. He was disgraced, "licked by a kid." But he would get square. Leave that to him.
As he was about to open the door to go out, Frank broke from the crowd and going toward Bill, said: "Daly, you are not such a bad fellow. You might have licked me if you had wanted to keep it up. I say, let's be friends."
"I'm no dude, I don't belong to your 'bunch,'" he retorted angrily, as he slammed the door behind him.
(II)