Presently Sunny, who was not delicate-minded, pointed at his face.
“You––you had a fall?”
Scipio shook his head.
“You see, I found him and––his boys got rough,” he explained simply.
“Gee!”
There was no mistaking Sunny’s anger. He forgot his usual lazy indifference. For once he was stirred to a rage that was as active and volcanic as one of Wild Bill’s sudden passions.
But the gambler at last found his tongue, and Sunny was given no further opportunity.
“What you got there?” he asked, pointing at the parcel Scipio had deposited on the floor.
The little man glanced down at it.
“That?” he said hazily. “Oh, that’s bacon an’ things. I got ’em from Minky on my way up. He told me you’d sure got grub up here, an’ I didn’t need to get things. But I guessed I couldn’t let you do all this now I’m back. Say,” he added, becoming more alert. “I want to thank you both, you bin real good helping me out.”