“No! no!” exclaimed Snell, hastily; “I have my reasons for keeping the matter quiet. Don’t for Heaven’s sake, say a word.”
“All right. It’s no business of mine, but if any fellow had thumped me like that I should want him put where he couldn’t try it again.”
“I don’t think he will try it again; at least, not in New York. I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Just as you say, sir. Want to stop in at a drug store and get your head bathed with arnica?”
“That would be a good idea.”
They entered the next drug store they came to, where it proved that Snell had suffered nothing more than a painful bruise.
After that they went on to the Fifth Avenue Hotel.
“I am very much obliged to you,” said Snell, halting in the doorway.
“Don’t mention it,” Patsy responded.