'Did you furnish him with liquor?' said Graeme sternly.
'It is none of your business,' replied Slavin, with an oath.
'I shall make it my business. It is not the first time my men have lost
money in this saloon.'
'You lie,' said Slavin, with deliberate emphasis.
'Slavin,' said Graeme quietly, 'it's a pity you said that, because,
unless you apologise in one minute, I shall make you sorry.'
'Apologise?' roared Slavin, 'apologise to you?' calling him a vile name.
Graeme grew white, and said even more slowly, 'Now you'll have to take
it; no apology will do.'
He slowly stripped off coat and vest. Mr. Craig interposed, begging
Graeme to let the matter pass. 'Surely he is not worth it.'
'Mr. Craig,' said Graeme, with an easy smile, 'you don't understand. No
man can call me that name and walk around afterwards feeling well.'
Then, turning to Slavin, he said, 'Now, if you want a minute's rest, I
can wait.'
Slavin, with a curse, bade him come.
'Blaney,' said Graeme sharply, 'you get back.' Blaney promptly stepped
back to Keefe's side.
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