"
"See here, chum, that's too gauzy."
"Didn't ther boss pay yer a good hundred fer this room?" questioned
Jounce, turning upon Bowlegs.
"He hasn't paid it yet. I'm not going to permit any snap games. This
fellow doesn't go out of here till you pay the full price."
"That's ther snap!" returned Jounce. "You jest hang onter ther cuss, will
yer? He ain't no good to me," and then the tramp chuckled audibly.
"But I can make you trouble."
"Kin yer?"
"Yes, I can."
"All right; heave ahead."
The saloon-keeper found that he was dealing with a man who was not to be
frightened or deceived into paying over money unnecessarily.
"Never mind," he said, finally. "It's all right. You wish to dispose of
this fellow effectually?"
"In course."
"I've never permitted bloodshed in my house," proceeded Billy Bowlegs,
"but I'll tell you what we will do. We will drop the fellow down to the
lower room, and leave him until the boss comes; then his fate will be
decided upon."
"That suits me."
Bowlegs touched a spring with his foot, and the chair containing the
stunned detective sank from sight.
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