Even in the mild moonlight it flamed like a torch.
"What's your business ?" demanded the man with the flamboyant hair.
"I came here," began David, "to wait for a train--" The tall man bellowed with indignant rage.
"Yes," he shouted; "this is the sort of place any one would pick out to wait for a train!" In front of David's nose he shook a fist as large as a catcher's glove.
"Don't you lie to ME!" he bullied.

"Do you know who I am?
Do you know WHO you're up against?
I'm--" The barkeeper person interrupted.
"Never mind who you are," he said.

"We know that.

Find out who HE is." David turned appealingly to the barkeeper.
"Do you suppose I'd come here on purpose ?" he protested.

"I'm a travelling man--" "You won't travel any to-night," mocked the red-haired one.