“Do you know the store on the corner?”
“The saloon? Sure.”
“You ever go in there?”
“Sometimes,” said the girl.
“If you’ll go there with me now, I’ll blow you off.”
The girl without a word turned, and the two walked up to the corner and entered the place by the rear door.
“Say,” said Patsy, “that brother of yours will be wanting to put up another fight if he finds me here with you again.”
The girl laughed merrily, and replied:
“Oh, he’s a great chewer, but there’s more in his bark than there is in his bite. He ain’t around now, for he’s trotting after his own rag. Anyhow, after the way you put him on de floor dis afternoon, he won’t want to chew wid you any more.”
It was clear that Patsy’s compliments of the afternoon had won the girl’s favor, and the manner in which he had defended himself when attacked, her admiration.