Shut up and be off like good chaps.' Some dissentient voices arose; an attempt at drunken ribaldry, strident hisses, 'Sh! Sh!' Cries of 'Shame.' 'Chuck it!' Then again, McKeith's voice, this time like thunder.

'Stop that I say--one more word and out you go, whether you like it or not.' On that, came the noise of a scuffle and the fall of a heavy body across the veranda.

And of McKeith, once more breathing satisfaction: 'All right! I haven't killed him--only given him a lesson ....

But just you understand I'm not taking any of your bluff.

You've GOT TO GO.