"I shouldn't think he'd want such a grunt as you here," retorted Sam Day.
"Hi! now, don't you talk to me that way!" roared the stout man. "I want you to understand I am a gentleman, I am."
"See here, we can't have any quarreling in here," said the restaurant proprietor, coming forward.
"Some of them fellows knocked me down on the train and smashed a valise full of eggs on me, Mr. Denman."
"We did nothing of the sort," answered Sam. "He fell on the icy platform of the car and right on top of his valise."
"And then he got up and bumped into me," added Dave. "He was very impolite, to say the least."
"Look here!" roared the stout man, "I want you to understand"
"Wait a minute," interrupted Amos Denman, the restaurant keeper. "Isn't your name Isaac Pludding?"
"Yes."
"Then you are the man who caused the trouble at Mr. Brown's restaurant last week. I know you. Some time ago you were in here, and nothing suited you. I don't want to serve you, and you can go elsewhere for your meal."
"Don't want to sell me anything?" snarled Isaac Pludding.
