"That man ain't your father any more'n I am."
At that moment a rather rough-looking man came into the saloon, walked far enough back to look into the negro bar, and then retreated.
"I think it has been fully proved that Major Garningham is my father," I replied.
I had scarcely spoken the words, as the rough-looking visitor was retreating without any dram, when Nick made a flying leap over the counter, and rushed out at the street door. The gentleman with the package had his eyes upturned to the ceiling, in the act of draining the tumbler in which he had elaborately stirred up the fiery mixture.
"Nick rushed out at the street door."
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When Nick went over the counter the customer was startled. He saw, at the same moment I discovered the fact, that the package he had laid upon the counter was missing. He rushed out of the saloon like a crazy man.
CHAPTER II.
FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS.