were taken aback by the extraordinary vehemence with which their friendly advances had been rejected.
“No offense, Stranger,” said one. “It was a warning for your own good, seeing that you are, by your own showing, new to the place.”
“I’m new to the place; but I’m not new to you and your kind!” cried McMurdo in cold fury. “I guess you’re the same in all places, shoving your advice in when nobody asks for it.”
“Maybe we’ll see more of you before very long,” said one of the patrolmen with a grin. “You’re a real hand-picked one, if I am a judge.”
“I was thinking the same,” remarked the other. “I guess we may meet again.”
“I’m not afraid of you, and don’t you think it!” cried McMurdo. “My name’s Jack McMurdo—see? If you want me, you’ll find me at Jacob Shafter’s on Sheridan street, Vermissa; so I’m not hiding from you, am I? Day or night I dare to look the like of you in the face—don’t make any mistake about that!”
There was a murmur of sympathy and admiration from the miners at the dauntless demeanor of the newcomer, while the two policemen
