Of course, in his own mind, he will blame me for what happened to-night." "I hope he didn't get much of your money before it happened," murmured Prescott, as be and Drake, followed by Dave, Tom and Dan, got clear of the crowd and down into a quieter part of the road.
"He got less than a dollar of my wages," replied Drake.

"I'm sorry he has that much, but he'll never get any more.

Say, Prescott, but you are a fighter! I can imagine how 'sore' Miller will be, to-morrow, over having been whipped by such a stripling as you are." "I've one great advantage over Miller," Dick rejoined.

"I've never tasted alcohol, and Miller has saturated himself with it for years." "I used to have an idea that liquor was strengthening," murmured Tom Drake.

"I know quite a good many men who take it to keep up their strength." "They're fools, then," Dick retorted tersely.