There were cries of 'Put him
out!' and 'Let him alone! Go on, Nixon!' And Nixon hurled back into the
crowd two of the committee who had laid remonstrating hands upon him,
and, standing in the open centre, cried out scornfully--
'Put me out! Put me out! Certainly! Help yourselves! Don't mind me!'
Then grinding his teeth, so that I heard them across the room, he added
with savage deliberation, 'If any man lays a finger on me, I'll--I'll
eat his liver cold.'
He stood for a few moments glaring round upon the company, and then
strode toward the bar, followed by the crowd wildly yelling. The ball
was forthwith broken up. I looked around for Billy, but he was nowhere
to be seen. Graeme touched my arm--
'There's going to be something of a time, so just keep your eyes
skinned.'
'What are you going to do?' I asked.
'Do? Keep myself beautifully out of trouble,' he replied.
In a few moments the crowd came surging back headed by Nixon, who was
waving a whisky-bottle over his head and yelling as one possessed.
'Hello!' exclaimed Graeme softly, 'I begin to see.
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