Jimmie's companion, evidently overcome with merriment, pointed a grimy forefinger in Pete's direction.
"Say, Jimmie," demanded he, "what deh hell is dat behind deh bar ?" "Damned if I knows," replied Jimmie.

They laughed loudly.

Pete put down a bottle with a bang and turned a formidable face toward them.

He disclosed his teeth and his shoulders heaved restlessly.
"You fellers can't guy me," he said.

"Drink yer stuff an' git out an' don' make no trouble." Instantly the laughter faded from the faces of the two men and expressions of offended dignity immediately came.
"Who deh hell has said anyt'ing teh you," cried they in the same breath.
The quiet stranger looked at the door calculatingly.
"Ah, come off," said Pete to the two men.