Then he broke a lamp in the pool-room that cost us two dollars." "Well, I hope you haven't overdone the thing." "On the whole, I guess not," Watson replied.

"It's hard to hit the proper mark, but I reckon he's just drunk enough." "Then bring him up," said Stormont, and in a few minutes Watson came back with a young man.
The latter's skin was somewhat dark, and his coarse black hair and athletic figure hinted at a strain of Indian blood.

As a matter of fact, his mother was a French-Canadian _Metis_, and he was born in a skin tent in the North.

His clothes were cut in the latest fashion, and he looked self-confident; but he moved unsteadily and his face was flushed.
"Had a gay time, Mr.Drummond ?" Stormont asked.
"You bet!" said the other, giving the clerk a patronizing smile.

"This young fellow is surely a sport.