CHAPTER VII.
_FOR_ a short time the sounds of cruel exultation came over from Flanagan's; then all was still.
"Sal's put her mark on you," said Norah, looking steadily into Pinky's face, and laughing in a cold, half-amused way.
Pinky raised her hand to her swollen cheek.

"Does it look very bad ?" she asked.
"Spoils your beauty some." "Will it get black ?" "Shouldn't wonder.

But what can't be helped, can't.

You'll mind your own business next time, and keep out of Sal's way.

She's dangerous.