"So, scatter out, gents, and pick up your partners for the first whirl.
This is our turn to treat, and our motto is 'Darn the expense.'"
He bent over, purposing to lead the lady of his heart forth to the
earliest strains of the violins, his genial smile evidencing his
satisfaction.
"Say,--eh--just hold on--eh--a minute!"
Moffat wheeled about, a look of amazement replacing his previous jovial
smile. His eyes hardened dangerously as they encountered the face of
McNeil. The latter was white about the lips, but primed for action,
and not inclined to waste time in preliminaries.
"Look here, this ain't your time to butt in--" began Moffat, angrily,
but the other waved his hand.
"Say, gents,--eh--that feller had his spiel all right--eh--ain't he?
He wants to be--eh--the whole hog, but--eh,--I reckon this is
a--eh--free country, ain't it? Don't I have--eh--no show?"
"Go on, Bill!"
"Of course you do."
"Make Jack Moffat shut up!"
The justly indignant president of the Bachelors' Club remained
motionless, his mouth still open, struggling to restrain those caustic
and profane remarks which, in that presence, he dare not utter.
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