many a year. I reckon the lodge will learn to be proud of you. . . . Well, what the hell do you want? And can’t I speak alone with a gentleman for five minutes but you must butt in on us?”
The bartender stood abashed. “I’m sorry, Councilor, but it’s Ted Baldwin. He says he must see you this very minute.”
The message was unnecessary; for the set, cruel face of the man himself was looking over the servant’s shoulder. He pushed the bartender out and closed the door on him.
“So,” said he with a furious glance at McMurdo, “you got here first, did you? I’ve a word to say to you, Councilor, about this man.”
“Then say it here and now before my face,” cried McMurdo.
“I’ll say it at my own time, in my own way.”
“Tut! Tut!” said McGinty, getting off his barrel. “This will never do. We have a new brother here, Baldwin, and it’s not for us to greet him in such fashion. Hold out your hand, Man, and make it up!”
“Never!” cried Baldwin in a fury.
“I’ve offered to fight him if he thinks I have
