“Don’t touch me, serpent!” cried the girl. “You can’t use me in any of your schemes. I try to be honest.”
“You do, eh? Oh, you’ll get over it in time. Get a few more years on you and you’ll be as tough——”
“Here, what’s that? That’s an honest girl, sir,” put in a man eating quietly at another table. “Don’t touch her, you little sinner, or I’ll break your neck.”
The speaker arose and came forward, gazed at by Caddy with feelings of fear, while Margie thanked him mutely for his interference.
“I don’t know you, miss, but I’ve seen this man,” continued the stranger, who was tall and broad-shouldered. “I guess it’s not the first time for him. Get out.”
He pushed Caddy down the aisle with his large hand, and the little drink mixer went without much urging.
“I’ll see you later!” he flashed at Margie.
“No threats!” cried the other man. “Get out, I say, and the sooner the better.”
Then the tall man turned to Margie and said:
“Pardon me, but I thought I heard him call you Margie. It cannot be Miss Margie Marne whom I address?”