No doubt I should have done quite as much for any girl of our country whose name came up in that way.

But to my surprise Harry Singleton was just sufficiently intoxicated to resent the act of his best friend.

With no word of warning he drew back his hand and struck me in the face with all his force, the blow making a smart crack which brought all the others running from within.

Still, I reflected, that this was not the act of Harry Singleton, but only that of a drunken man who to-morrow would not remember what had been done.
"That will be quite enough, Harry," said I."Come, now, I'll take you home.

Sanderson, go get his horse or wagon, or whatever brought him here." "Not home!" cried Harry.