“First time I catch that damned, sneaking little rat I saw you with I’ll thrash him within an inch of his miserable little life.”
“You just try it on,––and, God help you,––that’s all,” retorted Phil.
CHAPTER X
Jim’s Grand Toot
As Phil knocked the dust from his clothes and wiped the perspiration from his face, it suddenly struck him that Jim Langford must have been waiting fully half an hour for him at the Kenora.
He hurried through Chinatown and down toward the hotel. When he got there, he found Jim in lazy conversation with some passing acquaintance, whom he immediately left.
“Did you finish what you were after, Phil?”
“You bet!”