“That’s all right, but I didn’t come here to talk about that. Let’s get down to business.”
Nick’s sharp ear had taken in every word of the conversation, and he at once resolved to test the fellow’s knowledge of Denver Bay’s standing.
“Aw,” he said, advancing toward the desk, “I see Denver Bay is on the board. I’ll bet on him.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” said Steve.
“Why not, me deah boy?”
“You came down here to take my steer, didn’t you?”
“Aw, get away from de desk wid yer dude!”
A couple of bullies shoved themselves between Nick and the desk, and one of them took occasion to drop a quid of tobacco on one of his nicely polished shoes as he passed him.
“Look heah, fellah, no gentleman would do that, doncher know.”
“Who ain’t a gentleman?” demanded the bully, doubling up his fists.