Mr. Hargrove, his son, and Mr. Lyon went out together. As they left the room, Frank Slade said:
"What a cursed liar and hypocrite he is!"
"Who?" was asked.
"Why, Lyon," answered Frank, boldly.
"You'd better say that to his face."
"It wouldn't be good for him," remarked one of the company.
At this Frank started to his feet, stalked about the room, and put on all the disgusting airs of a drunken braggart. Even his father saw the ridiculous figure he cut, and growled out:
"There, Frank, that'll do. Don't make a miserable fool of yourself!"
At which Frank retorted, with so much of insolence that his father flew into a towering passion, and ordered him to leave the bar-room.
"You can go out yourself if you don't like the company. I'm very well satisfied," answered Frank.