"If you say anything like that again I'll kick you down-stairs! I've taken more off of you to-night than I ever thought I could take from any one, and I won't stand it any longer!" "Cool off, old man!" Pike sneered.

"You're making a chuckle-headed prairie-dog out of yourself, I think.

If you should kick me you would kick the best friend you ever had.

Good-by.

See you later!" The Westerner did not even grunt a reply, but sat still in his chair with his hands in his pockets, his eyes glittering, his broad teeth showing, his neck veins protuberant and his face as red as a boiled lobster, while Pike walked away.
When Pike came back to the room Badger was gone.