He's throwin' it away," said Frank; "there, see! He's foolun' 'em; he ain't a-go'n' to be drunk when Steve tackles him.

Oh, there'll be music in a minute or two." Steve now walked the floor, pouring forth a flood of profanity and challenges against men who were not present.

He had not brought himself to the point of attacking the unmoved and silent giant.

Some of the younger men, and especially the pleader against mixed drinks, had succumbed, and were sleeping heavily on the back end of the bar and on the billiard table.

Hank was getting anxious, and the forced smile on his face was painful to see.