Morris started excitedly to his feet.
“What do you want here anyhow?” he demanded.
“No offense,” said the other, with a[{38}] smile, “I just thought I’d look in and ask about the news over town.”
“It’s too early for news over town. There ain’t much going on there till afternoon. You mean about the races, of course?”
“I’d like to know how to win a couple of hundred.”
“You won’t find out from me if you stand there all day.”
“Well, so long,” said the other, closing the door with a bang. “I didn’t know but what de dude might stand treat,” he added, sneaking back to his companion.
“Aw,” said Nick, as the fellow disappeared. “Just touch the bell and we’ll have something more to drink.”
By this time Morris was considerably under the influence of liquor.
He swallowed his whisky sullenly, and looked at his companion after the wise manner of half-drunken men.