The other frowned at him darkly.
"Dare's anyone to take the other end of that handkerchief in his teeth, and fight it out without letting go."
"Nice joyful proposition," commented the young man.
He settled himself to closer attention. The wild-eyed man was talking rapidly. What he said cannot be printed here. Mainly was it derogatory of the southern countries. Shortly it became boastful of the northern, and then of the man who uttered it.
He swaggered up and down, becoming always the more insolent as his challenge remained untaken.
"Why don't you take him up?" inquired the young man, after a moment.
"Not me!" negatived the other vigorously. "I'll go yore little old gunfight to a finish, but I don't want any cold steel in mine. Ugh! it gives me the shivers. It's a reg'lar Mexican trick! With a gun it's down and out, but this knife work is too slow and searchin'."
The newcomer said nothing, but fixed his eye again on the raging man with the knife.
"Don't you reckon he's bluffing?" he inquired.
"Not any!" denied the other with emphasis. "He's jest drunk enough to be crazy mad."